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..."

door shut, they were the only ones in

loosened a button. When he noticed that she was still following closely behind,

to offend Jordan

wouldn't deprive yourself of such a useful tool, would you? Besides, you didn't even stop me when I said those things. This shows that you still have a

clear once again. Earlier, Ethan had given his tacit approval when she said those words. She might not know him well, but the Ethan she got

this time, Ethan had already unfastened two of his buttons and had tossed his tie onto the bed next to him. He raised his neck slightly and his Adam's apple bobbed. You don't care about your boyfriend

"I'll talk to him."

"Talk to him?"

He seemed to be

appeared that he would die if she

keep herself alive

set of clothes. Then, he

"Very well."

Was that an agreement?