Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 189

Grace sat in her car, unsure what Paul meant by "Don't make hasty decisions". Was he referring to her love life or something else entirely?

The day had thrown too many shocks her way, which made her feel drained. While driving home, she passed Henderson Group and spotted Ethan outside.

His head was down, and from that distance, she couldn't read his expression. Grace pulled over and flashed him a smile. "Mr. Henderson, are you heading home from work? Do you need a lift?"

Ethan glanced up, then looked away. "Yeah."

Something about him seemed off. She got out to help him into her car when it hit her—unlike Ethan's car with high-tech equipment, hers didn't have an automatic ramp.

Well, this was awkward. He kept his head down and asked, "Am I being a burden?"

Guilt washed over Grace as she rolled up her sleeves. "Not at all. It'll just be a little awkward. Let me help you in first, then I'll fold up the chair."

"Okay."

When she lifted Ethan, she realized just how heavy he was. She thought his legs had been getting better and would allow him to walk a little. Why did he seem worse now?

As his weight pressed against her, her face flushed with effort. Around Ethan, she always ended up in these situations—making promises she struggled to keep.

After getting him settled in her car, she carefully folded his wheelchair. It compacted down to the size of a small stool, which hardly took up any space in the back. She placed it near his feet in the back seat.

Ethan's eyes caught on her neck. As she moved, the marks beneath her collar became visible. He looked away, pretending to focus on something else.

Grace missed this as she got behind the wheel. In the rearview mirror, she noticed the slight smile on his lips. "Mr. Henderson, you seem to be in a good mood tonight."

She rarely saw emotion on his face.

"Do I? Maybe it's because someone finally doesn't mind helping me out."