Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 276

Grace had a lingering sense that something about Ed was amiss. His demeanor

had shifted, and he had grown strangely fixated—almost to the point of

obsession.

Also, "that guy" he had mentioned-who was that supposed to be?

"I'm not playing you." She reached out and took his hand, guiding him to sit beside her on the edge of the bed. "And I don't hate you either, so don't let your thoughts get carried away."

"What about the shells?" Ed pressed.

There was something relentless in how he clung to her words, even the ones spoken in passing, as if each word held the weight of a vow.

Grace began to wonder if she had really gone too far this time.

"I forgot," she said. "I'll make it up to you next time."

Ed fell silent. His lips trembled for a moment before he finally said, "You're just making a fool of me, Grace."

She was beginning to grow weary of it all. Needless to say, she wasn't someone who knew how to coax or comfort another.

The atmosphere between them instantly became tense. She simply admitted, "If that's what you think, then we should break up."

No sooner had she said it than she felt an overwhelming sense of hostility, a wave of killing intent that seemed to roll in from all sides. Yet she knew that it wasn't meant for her personally but for the world in general.

He slowly rose, then abruptly framed her face with his hands and brought his mouth down in a fierce kiss.

The metallic taste of blood spread between them when a jolt of pain bloomed on her lips as she reflexively tried to push him away, but he only bit down harder, to which she furrowed her brows in pain.

out, and he finally released

came out raspy with frustration as he

pain. Nothing about that

shoved her away. He moved toward the door, then paused as if waiting

said, "Never mind. I'm tired too, Ed. Maybe you're right.

mouth, he left. However, this time, he was faster than

shut, the sound resonating through the silence. She took a deep breath and slowly lay back down, but after

as she went to wash her face to clear up her mind. The sky outside had darkened, and just as she felt the weight of the evening settle,

It was Liam.

back in

a warmth spread through her chest, easing the

materials I prepared

are still

darkness crossed Grace's eyes. Without delay, she

was only 19 years old, but he looked as though

stack of documents on the coffee table

so obedient while you were gone. I read through everything. Mr. Fenwick has even been teaching me how

dim-witted, just spoiled. He was simply mischievous and had been sheltered to such an extent that his sense of right and wrong had

put his mind to it, none of these concepts was beyond his

her lip. He had never encountered anything

with a faint cut marring their surface. Even the slightest

stepping toward the coffee

him, saying I'm

a doubt, a man driven by great

couch, her gaze falling on the stack of documents before her. Each page was filled with thick markings of annotations in handwriting that she recognized

conclusion-Liam would turn out just fine. She had just opened

refused to relinquish his shares,

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