Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 395

As the car stopped in front of Palm Bay, Grace stepped out first, reaching to steady Ethan.

But his hand jerked away, quick and sharp, like she had burned him.

Grace stared at him with a deadpan look.

Just hours ago, he had practically melted into her touch in the backseat. Now, he was recoiling like she had insulted him.

She stepped back and gestured for the others to help instead.

Ethan was helped out slowly, the magnolia still in his hand.

Grace glanced at it, and her irritation slipped-just like Ed, he liked the same flower and shared the same taste.

"Take care, Mr. Henderson. I'll get going now. Don't forget your meds, and stop pushing yourself so hard."

"Mm."

Ethan was already being wheeled inside and didn't even glance back.

Grace didn't wait, and she had no interest in reading his silence.

However, there was no way she would get a cab out here.

A few minutes later, a car pulled out from Palm Bay, sent to drop her off.

She accepted it.

After all, it was still snowing, and there was no need to freeze for pride- Christmas was around the corner.

Inside Palm Bay, Ethan looked oddly cheerful.

"Give me a vase," he said to Tim.

Tiim knew exactly where the magnolia came from.

He brought one over, but Ethan barely gave it a glance before pulling the flower back out.

"Too plain. Get something prettier."

vase, but even

dimmed, and his mood

quickly made some calls, asking people to send over some high-end

master of traditional carving arrived—it had once gone for

vase was expected to appreciate

glanced at the elegant,

the magnolias

for the

his

only "acceptable" in a

was treating this like a game of house with

the second floor, setting it by his bed so

wouldn't last, and that thought dragged his

and, spotting the shift, chimed in,

a reply, then added, "Though I don't

the call, too drained to

time Grace got home, she was so drained she could barely

trip

wouldn't lie... he couldn't have gone through all that just

crept up on her.

phone and shot

your

"Yes."

What a cold response.

about it, the more annoyed she became, even if she couldn't quite

he was playing her, but really-the mighty CEO of Henderson Group, pulling stunts

phone aside, refusing

at night. She was hungry, and the fridge was empty. With no better option, she decided to

the door, she

woven basket

"Grocery run?" Grace asked.

they ended up

was almost Christmas when she

last year-only that back

supermarket catered to the upscale villas and townhouses in the area,

standing by a display of emerald bracelets

up one of the bracelets. "My mom. Her birthday's in a few days."

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