Regret Came Too Late

Jodie's lips trembled, her gaze blazing like she wanted to tear Grace apart.

Grace's brows knitted as she stared at the crushed flowers on the ground, anger bubbling in her chest.

Jodie's voice was cold and deadly as she spat, "You'd better watch your back!"

Then, she turned on her heel, walked off to pay, and told the staff to send every last magnolia to Palm Bay.

Grace stood frozen, her emotions wiped clean in an instant.

Selene gave her shoulder a quick pat. "Keep an eye out. I don't think she's in her right mind."

Grace let out a dry smile. Not acting right was putting it mildly—she felt like she was hunted by a rabid dog.

She exhaled, gave up on the idea of buying flowers, and just headed home with her groceries.

Jodie, on the other hand, walked into Palm Bay with an armful of magnolias, practically glowing as she handed them to the maid.

"Handle these with care-put them in something nice."

One maid piped up, "The best vase was taken by Mr. Henderson already. He went through a whole bunch before Mr. Bennett brought one in from elsewhere."

Jodie blinked in surprise. Since when did Ethan care so much about magnolias?

When she saw Tim step out, she rushed straight over.

can you take these flowers to Uncle

his bedroom without asking, she hadn't dared

looked at the mountain

The scent's

them lately. Isn't that your

were trained to

stricken

Henderson, you should really just

felt her mood dip instantly. With a wave, she told the maids to toss the

so long trying to figure Ethan out, only to discover he

learned he liked magnolias, it felt like a golden

had casually crushed that

the maids wouldn't lie. Ethan really had

the magnolias

caught. She crushed the bouquet in

and went to grab a first-aid

worry. Just clean it up. I have

drove straight

when the door suddenly rattled from harsh

opened it and

pale

and her whole body trembled with rage,

looked up at Grace, her voice hoarse as she demanded, "Did you send those magnolias to Uncle

slammed here hand into the gap. The door