Regret Came Too Late

Upon seeing how anxious Grace looked, Joanne quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

"My boyfriend's hurt, and he's not picking up the phone. I'm a little worried," Grace said.

"But I thought you two broke up. Why are you still worrying about him?"

Grace stared at the photo on her screen, her lips drawn into a thin line. "I don't know. Maybe I still like him a little. I just don't know how to deal with him. He's sensitive, and his temper is... peculiar."

He had never truly believed she loved him. That doubt was planted deep within him, almost pathological in its persistence.

She set her phone aside and took another sip of her soda. Just then, Joanne asked gently, "Grace, do you like Mr. Henderson?"

The sudden question somehow took Grace aback. She couldn't quite comprehend why Joanne would be curious about that.

Her brows furrowed as she said, "No, I don't have feelings for him. Besides, the Henderson family's internal struggle is far too complicated. I don't want to be caught in it, especially since I've already resigned from Henderson Group."

Joanne looked startled. "You resigned? When?"

"A few days ago." As she spoke, she noticed Joanne's mood shift. There was a lightness in her expression that hadn't been there a moment ago.

She said softly, "Grace, why don't you reconcile with your boyfriend? If you still like him, you should talk to him."

Grace massaged her temples. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk to him. It was Ed's obsessive nature that made it so difficult to approach him.

phone buzzed again. This

The sound of the wind was deafening, its howls reminiscent of tortured souls. It

dangling over the abyss. She immediately dialed his number again, but the call remained

pounded violently as she hastily typed out a message. "Ed, don't do anything stupid. At least think about

that his brother had passed away and the gravestone was just outside his residence. A stabbing

down, something in her knew that he just might

had never truly understood his temperament, but through the times they had spent together, she had come to realize that beneath his stubborn obsession lay something deeper. And it wasn't something she wished to

there was no reply. Gritting her teeth, she sent another

you again. I'll regret breaking up with you. I like you. Shefts are too cheap, and they don't

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else. Do you

open it yourself?"

discerning eye could see that she was only saying this

he believed her. Finally,

She seized the moment by saying, "Really. I'm coming to find you now.

look for anyone else. I'll

breath of relief, her hands trembling slightly as she wiped away the sweat from her palms. She had initially visited Joanne to spend the night, but now, she had no choice but