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."

tried vase after vase, but even after fifteen vases,

light in his eyes dimmed, and his mood

people to send over some

piece by a famous master of traditional carving arrived—it had once gone for 20 million

was expected

the elegant, antique

the magnolias

for the

dabbed his

mountain-picked magnolia look only "acceptable"

like a game of house with Grace, completely ignoring

floor, setting it by his bed so it would

wouldn't last, and that

the shift, chimed in, "There's

added, "Though

the call, too

was so drained she could barely lift a

back, the whole trip

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

up on her. It felt like she had been

grabbed her phone and shot Ethan

taken your meds,

"Yes."

What a cold response.

thought about it, the more annoyed she became, even

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

deeply and tossed her phone aside, refusing to

was hungry, and

the door,

was holding a woven basket and raised

"Grocery run?" Grace asked.

ended up going

when she saw the

remember how she spent it last year-only that back then,

to the upscale villas and townhouses in the area, so most

by a display of emerald bracelets and asked, puzzled, "Who

bracelets. "My mom. Her birthday's in a few days." "You're heading

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