Regret Came Too Late

Grace arrived at the mall and selected a modest gift-one that wasn't particularly costly yet one that she believed Ed would appreciate nonetheless.

Just as she prepared to leave, two bodyguards suddenly stepped in her path. "Ms. Lambert, Mr. Dylan Henderson has requested a brief conversation over coffee."

Her brows furrowed as her gaze drifted toward the nearby café. Seated inside was a man she couldn't recognize.

Yet soon, the recognition hit her. The man resembled Levi Henderson-just enough for her to connect the dots. This was Dylan, Levi's younger brother who had just returned from abroad. It was rumored that he had been investigating his brother's mysterious disappearance.

As Grace parted her mouth to decline the invitation, one of the bodyguards cut in first by saying, "Mr. Henderson would prefer to avoid using force."

A flicker of annoyance crossed Grace's face. With no room to refuse, she turned and walked toward Dylan.

Dylan, in stark contrast to Levi, lacked the brooding intensity that always seemed to cling to him. Instead, he had the easy charm of a man who seemed destined to be liked. There was an undeniable warmth to him, almost sunnily so.

It seemed like his visual was another legacy of the Henderson family's genes.

After Grace took her seat, Dylan smiled. "Grace, long time no see. I heard from Yancey that you've lost your memory. Seems like you've been quite close to Uncle Ethan lately."

With an effortless grace, he slid a glass of orange juice toward her. In a light tone, he said, "It's getting late, so let's skip the coffee. Orange juice would be better."

Grace left the glass untouched, wary that something might have been added to the drink. "Is there something I can help you with?"

particular. I've just returned from overseas and thought it would be nice to catch up with old friends. Maybe you don't remember, but we used to

didn't believe a word of it. She had just parted her lips to refute him when her phone suddenly rang. She pulled out her phone and glanced at the screen.

his palm, his blood stark against his skin. The photo was almost theatrical in its threat. He seemed to be saying that if she didn't show

once again dialed Ed's number, only for him

She turned to Dylan and said curtly, "I'm so sorry,

few steps when she heard his voice behind

course, it was. You used to despise him. Now that you've finally begun to smile at him after losing your memory, he must be desperate to keep

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steps faltered. The

Druville knew she had once pursued Yancey for years,

a puppy. Had she not loved

Dylan's lips

deliberate elegance. "Grace, I know why you used to detest Ethan. Let me tell you something-if you get too close

in her eyes. "Why are you

it was Ethan who sent

He's aware of my