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.

how could he have come in contact with

to secure the bandages. She

Instead, he leaned against the wall. "Ms. Lambert, can I

a man, it was rather inconvenient for him to

how he was in such a bad shape, she could not bring

can take the

the coffee table

alone in the living room. He rubbed his eyes and finally

his phone rang. It was a call from Zack. "Are

"I'm fine."

even know how much of a freak that guy is. You really think he wouldn't dare to kill

down at the side. "How could you stand being cast out by him all the time? That bastard is

for Grace. Why the hell

felt relieved. "Why do you even bother arguing with a psychopath like him? You better

on orders. If that bastard really decides to do something crazy, none

to smoke, but when he realized that it was

at Grace's. The one who

all, that madman did not want Grace to realize

concern. "Don't ever do this again. It's not worth losing your life over

chest-it was unbearable. Those people did

must have wanted him to be bedridden in

I'm going to teach that crazy bastard a

of crap that man was-Grace wasn't even his

speaking so

"It's all an illusion."