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.

recently, so how could he have come in contact with

Grace around ten minutes to secure the bandages. She let

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

inconvenient for him to do so, and Grace usually wouldn't

how he was in such a bad shape, she

You can take the

laptop from the coffee table

room. He rubbed his eyes and finally let

this time that his phone rang. It

"I'm fine."

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

fist that was hanging down at the side. "How could you stand being cast out by him all the time? That

look for Grace. Why the hell

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

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

to smoke, but when he realized that it was Grace's living room, he slowly put

I'm at Grace's. The one who was running after me is gone

madman did not want Grace

felt the need to remind out of concern. "Don't ever do this again. It's not worth

in his chest-it was

wanted him to be bedridden

gets her memories back, I'm going to

piece of crap that man was-Grace

learn to stop speaking so carelessly. From what I

"It's all an illusion."