Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 115

Grace sighed. She couldn't just keep hiding like this.

She dropped the towel and heard Ethan ask, "What happened this time?"

Honestly, she did want someone to talk to right now.

She said, "Alice set me up. She said I pushed her and caused her to miscarry. Now, my mom wants to lock me up in a psych ward."

She leaned back against the seat, her eyes clouded with uncertainty. She wasn't heartless. Even after she lost her memory, thinking about it still made her chest ache.

Ethan reached out his hand. His fingers were curled slightly, and the shape of his nails was somehow elegant.

And just like that, Grace's thoughts veered wildly off-track. How the hell could someone be this perfect in every damn way?

While her mind was drifting, Ethan's hand suddenly opened. He had a piece of candy sitting in the center of his palm.

With a deadpan look on his face, the whole thing was just weirdly funny.

Her bad mood vanished instantly. She took the candy and cracked a small smile. "I'm not a kid, you know."

Her fingertips brushed against his palm—it was damp.

Ethan was a man of few words. He simply gave Grace a quick glance before looking away.

She unwrapped the candy and popped it into her mouth. As the sweetness spread across her tongue, the heaviness in her chest started to ease.

However, her phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Upon checking, she saw call after call from Carmen, Quentin, and, of course, Alice. They were probably trying to kick her while she was down.

She didn't answer any of them.

The car eventually stopped in front of Palm Bay. Showing up here again, in this wreck of a state… She felt pretty embarrassed.

Following Ethan into the living room, she spotted Simon waiting there. He was lounging with one leg propped over the other, his head tilted slightly. As soon as he heard the sound of wheels, he stood up.

Simon's shirt was unbuttoned at the top, exposing the hickeys on his neck—clearly from a woman. He had said last night he was going to find a side piece. Apparently, he meant it.

Simon had been smiling, but the moment he laid eyes on Grace, his expression dropped. Realizing it had been his own idea to let Grace play Ethan's human sleeping aid, he let out a cold, mocking snort.

She didn't say a word. There was nothing left to say to someone who wanted her dead.

Ethan rolled straight into the elevator, and she followed him inside. The fact that Ethan completely ignored Simon gave her a weird sense of satisfaction.

Simon clearly knew he'd been shut out. He pressed his lips together and flopped back onto the couch in the living room, waiting for Ethan to come back down.

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Meanwhile, Ethan made it to the second floor and opened the door to his bedroom. Grace kept close behind him, her soaked pants still dripping water as she walked.

"There are clean towels inside. Go ahead," he said flatly. Sitting in his wheelchair, he didn't even look toward the bathroom.

Grace really needed that shower, so she went in and shut the door behind her. Only when she saw the lineup of men's toiletries on the counter did it hit her. The villa at Palm Bay was huge. There had to be a number of guest rooms, so why did Ethan bring her here?

Someone like him probably had a thing about cleanliness—especially when it came to personal stuff like this. But it was too late to bring it up now. She was already inside, and complaining would just make her seem whiny.