Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 134

Jordan sighed softly. "Fine, make your own decisions. But don't wait so long that Yancey's already got a kid while you're still on your own. When you're ready to move on, let me know. There's no shortage of smart, capable women in Druville who'd line up to wait for you."

He raised a hand and rubbed his brow, clearly frustrated. "You've never needed my help with anything else. Why is it that love is where you fall flat?"

Ethan answered calmly, "I'm fine with things the way they are, Dad."

Grace stood outside the study, listening. Her chest tightened.

Ethan really was that perfect—brilliant, elegant, and composed. Yet this man was still waiting for someone who would never come back. Was fate punishing him?

She swallowed hard.

Just then, the door opened, and Ethan came out in his wheelchair. As he passed her, he said, "Let's go."

She hurried after him.

When she pushed the wheelchair out from Henderson Residence, there was no car in sight. The main gate was at least a 30-minute walk from where they were.

With no other option, she placed both hands on the handles of the wheelchair, and the two of them slowly made their way toward the massive iron gates.

Seriously! How could a family as wealthy as the Hendersons not have a car waiting at the entrance?

Her gaze drifted down, landing on his back. It was going to be a long 30-minute walk, and sooner or later, she'd have to fill the silence.

"Mr. Henderson, I think Mr. Henderson Senior had a point. You shouldn't keep waiting forever. Having someone by your side might actually make life a little better."

"So, you think I'm a cripple; someone who needs to be taken care of, huh?"

"No! No, not at all. I just… I just don't want you to be alone."

That only made it worse, and she rushed to fix it. "Not that you're not used to it. I mean, someone like you is probably already used to being alone."

The weight of those words hit her square in the chest, like her heart had been squeezed by a fist. She opened her mouth, wanting to comfort him, but everything she could think of sounded weak.

His loneliness wasn't something she—or anyone else—could fix. The only person who could was long gone. And he was still waiting... for someone who would never come back.

Grace tightened her grip on the wheelchair handles. She couldn't help but say, "Honestly, there are so many amazing women in Druville. You could easily find someone incredible. Maybe even through a marriage alliance. One of those partnerships could eventually turn into real love. You'd have someone to walk with, read, travel with—"

She would've kept going, but Ethan cut her off. "How does the moon look tonight? Does it look good?"