Regret Came Too Late

A sharp throb pulsed in Grace's head, and her thoughts were thrown into disarray by Dylan's words. She didn't know whether to believe Dylan or dismiss the unease clawing at her chest.

"No," she said into the phone. "I just ran into something. I'm heading out now. I'll be there in an hour."

His voice carried a trace of confusion as he said, "Don't lie to me, Grace."

"I'm not lying." Grace felt her heart somehow tighten.

Meanwhile, back in the café, the last trace of warmth drained from Dylon's face as he stared after Grace's retreating figure. A beat passed before he turned to the bodyguard beside him and ordered, "Find out who's her boyfriend."

It couldn't be Ethan.

But that man, arrogant as he was, would surely know there was someone else in her heart. Would a man as proud and untouchable as him really take advantage of her amnesia and slip into the role of a nameless third party?

Dylan let out a cold laugh. Whatever had happened to Levi, Ethan was undoubtedly involved. He had simply covered his tracks too well for anyone to trace them; at least, not yet.

However, that didn't matter. Now that Dylan had returned, he had all the time he needed to play this game. Besides, he had a clear understanding of Ethan's weaknesses.

The corners of his lips curved slightly as he settled back into his chair. Things were about to get very interesting in Druville.

...

darkness. There was an unnatural silence that saturated the house, and the air was thick with foreboding. She had

reached out to find the light switch on the wall, but her

The sound was muffled as though she were imprisoning herself in

toward the couch from memory after her last visit. Halfway there, an

against her ear. "Did you buy the

of light, she couldn't see a thing. She could only feel the rough texture of a

treated the

answered. "Can you

closed firmly around hers as he guided her

was off. There was a strange tension in the atmosphere, and something metallic laced the scent around him. It was faint,

cupping his face between her hands. She pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. "Next

turned his face away, unmoved by her gesture. Noticing that, she hurried to kiss him again, planting

voice was hoarse as he murmured, "Next time, I won't

kind of

It's part of a matching set. Let me put it

precisely where it mattered. Even

I picked it out just for you." As Grace spoke, she retrieved the ring and gently slipped it onto one of his fingers. Then, she placed her hand