Regret Came Too Late

Grace didn't know how to respond and was breaking out in a cold sweat.

Meanwhile, Ethan slowly pushed the cup aside before speaking in an even calmer tone. "My father might be in contact with you pretty soon."

Before this, Grace had reassured Jordan that she harbored no other feelings for Ethan. But Jordan was not just anyone. He would never believe any excuses she had.

She pursed her lips and kept silent as she quickly thought of a countermeasure. Unfortunately, she would not be able to wriggle her way out of this. All she could do was come clean. "I was just trying to help you, Mr. Henderson. You looked like you didn't want to be here."

"Did I ask for your help?" His tone was calm, even calmer than usual.

Instantly, Grace became speechless. After all, he really did not ask her for help. It was a one-sided favor.

If Jordan were to get himself involved, she would not be able to walk away from this. She only spoke after a minute's pause. "What should I do now?"

She had just finished speaking when Ethan maneuvered his wheelchair, leaving the place.

This made her panic a little. Immediately, she hurried over. "Mr. Henderson..."

the door shut, they were the only ones in the room. He moved his wheelchair into the bedroom, and once

his hand out and loosened a button. When he noticed

could not afford to offend

of such a useful tool, would you? Besides,

well, but the Ethan she got to know after waking up was someone courteous. He would not just sit back

next to him. He raised his neck slightly and his Adam's apple bobbed. You don't

"I'll talk to him."

"Talk to him?"

was laced with mockery. He seemed to be implying that no man

personality. It appeared that he would die if she harbored any feelings for

reason she had said what she did earlier was to keep herself alive as well as

clothes. Then, he

"Very well."

Was that an agreement?