Regret Came Too Late

Grace left the place with her steps feeling lighter.

When she returned home, she sat on the couch. Realizing that she was not able to fall asleep, she grabbed her laptop next to her and started working.

To her surprise, the doorbell rang, which made her a little bit miffed. When she went to open the door, she found Lyle standing there.

Lyle was a man with feminine appearance. He seemed to have been seriously injured. The moment he lifted his head and saw Grace in front of him, he looked pleasantly surprised for a brief second before returning to being calm again.

"Ms. Lambert, I got into an accident downstairs."

Grace was a little surprised. She took a step back and invited him in.

She had a first-aid kit. After all, he was considered an artist of hers. If his face became disfigured, who would be her source of income?

There were some scratches on Lyle's face, and blood stains covered his arms. Grace brought the first aid kit over and gestured toward the couch.

To her surprise, he just plopped down on the floor and peeled off the shirt he had hung over his arm.

"I'm fine with sitting on the floor. I'm all dirty. Wouldn't want to stain your couch."

Grace opened up the first aid kit and applied some disinfectant before stopping the bleeding.

She was still rather confused. "How do you know that I live here? Is your car badly damaged? What about your brother?"

"He wasn't with me. My car's been towed. It's not that bad. My injuries are pretty minor as well. I got your address from someone else so I thought I'll just stop by for a while."

Grace treated the wounds on his hand. Then, she moved on to his fingers.

Lyle had features that stood out, but there were many calluses on his fingers. It seemed like he had been using weapons for a long time.

so how could he have come

to secure the

did not leave. Instead, he leaned against the wall.

a man, it was rather inconvenient for him to do so, and Grace usually wouldn't have allowed

how he was in such a bad shape, she could not bring herself to decline his

can

her laptop from the coffee

left alone in the living room. He rubbed

rang. It was a call from

"I'm fine."

to go find her? You don't even know how much of a freak that guy is. You really think he wouldn't dare

emotion, slowly clenching his fist that was hanging down at the side. "How could you stand being cast out by him all

was to come look for Grace. Why the hell

that Lyle was fine, he finally felt relieved. "Why do you even bother

recollection of any of the things that happened. We're all just waiting on orders. If that bastard really decides to do

wanted to take a cigarette out to smoke, but when he realized that it was Grace's living room, he slowly

Grace's. The one who was running after me is gone now. She's

want Grace to realize

brief pause before Zack felt the need to remind out of concern. "Don't ever do this again. It's not worth losing your life over

Lyle could feel was pain in his chest-it was unbearable. Those people

bedridden in the hospital for a couple

back, I'm going to teach that crazy bastard

piece of crap that

also learn to stop speaking so carelessly.

"It's all an illusion."