Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 394

In Ethan's sight, a slim silhouette broke through the sea of white, the crimson flower in her hand burning like a tiny flame.

Grace went into the car, shaking the snow from her hair before pulling the door shut.

She immediately held out the magnolia to him.

Ethan didn't reach for it. His gaze stayed locked on the petals, on the snow melting slowly there.

Grace thought he hesitated because of the cold and leaned in to brush the snow away, only to be stopped by his question.

"What if this tree belonged to someone else?"

Without missing a beat, she answered, "When I pick them, they become yours."

Just as Ethan reached out, her words caught him off guard. His hand curled into a fist, and the veins on the back became rigid.

Grace, noticing his strange reaction, quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

He ducked his head and hummed quietly before taking the magnolia carefully.

"Thank you," he added in a soft voice.

Grace could tell that his mood had brightened.

She scrambled to the driver's seat, starting the car with quick, nervous moments, afraid he would change his mind and ask for something else.

As the car kicked into gear, the soft fragrance of magnolias from the back seat brushed against her senses.

"Do you like magnolias, Mr. Henderson? How special. Most people just see the winter's blank whiteness, but hidden inside... there's this bold flash of red, like..."

Realizing her words might be stepping over a line, she clamped her mouth shut. Ethan was a lot like winter itself. On the surface, he was cold and unapproachable -yet the moment he fell sick, he asked for flowers.

The contrast was almost ridiculous.

"No one's

now, and Grace was glad she hadn't brushed

he seemed more like

and

and have them send a helicopter. With the roads blocked, there's no way out. And you're still running a fever; I'd rather not

worried about

Her smile faltered.

him right now—not bad, just... unfamiliar. Wasn't it

here, Mr. Henderson. I can't just let

absolutely nothing to show for the trip. Her fingers

but ruins. If you had told us ahead of

have dragged you all the way

lifted the magnolia to his nose, a faint smile brushing

"I didn't know."

Grace went silent immediately.

know. Perhaps he had only passed by that spot

the rearview mirror,

flower, gently swinging it back and

want to say?"

a small smile and answered, "It's just... near the ruins, there was this sinkhole. I remember talking about it with my boyfriend once when we were kids, we got trapped inside. Some things happened. Just

and patchy, she couldn't even tell

have to check with Ed

eyes, his

magnolias.

look, a

of complimenting yourself,

grip tightened-hard enough to almost snap

rushed to add, "I mean, because you like magnolias too. You

his gaze, running a light fingertip across one of

should stay with him and stay

eyes

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