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.

softly. "No one's

a little stronger now, and Grace was glad she hadn't brushed

he seemed more like

faintly and floored

them send a helicopter. With the roads blocked, there's no way out. And you're

worried

Her smile faltered.

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

Mr. Henderson. I can't just let

after saying it, she realized they had absolutely nothing to show

nothing but ruins. If you had

the way out here while you were still

his nose, a faint smile

"I didn't know."

Grace went silent immediately.

blame someone for what they didn't know. Perhaps he had only passed

rearview mirror, and

at the flower, gently swinging it back and forth, clearly in

you want to

just... near the ruins, there was this sinkhole. I remember talking about it with my boyfriend once when we were kids,

memory was so sudden and patchy, she couldn't

to check

closed his eyes, his

appreciate magnolias.

gave him a sidelong look, a soft laugh bubbling

your way of complimenting yourself,

grip tightened-hard enough to almost snap the stem- before

then that what she had just said might have sounded wrong. She rushed to add, "I mean,

gaze, running a light

with him

nothing, eyes locked on the

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