Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 201

The man froze for a few seconds, then he saw Grace starting to rummage through her bag. Since her eyes were covered, she had no idea which card contained the five million dollars, so she placed all of them in her hands.

"Take the silver one—I just transferred five million dollars into it."

As soon as she said that, the man pressed her down and kissed her passionately.

All the cards in her hand dropped onto the bed. His intense passion left her a little dazed, and she enjoyed it very much.

Everyone loved a passionate person, and no one liked to get a cold shoulder.

With a faint smile, she gently patted his back.

To Grace, he was just a waiter who had slept with her before and specially catered to clients like her. But after their last encounter, he had fallen for her at first sight and had been waiting for her.

She, however, had forgotten about it and let him down. That's why he was so clingy and excited when they met again. He had been waiting for her for so long that the loneliness had become unbearable.

She didn't think she was someone who enjoyed keeping pets, but he certainly behaved like one—always being affectionate to her whenever they met.

She had been feeling a bit lonely lately, as though she was exploring this unknown world all by herself. It felt quite good to have someone by her side now.

She had thought tonight would be like last time, that she would just be a little snack for him to taste. But he clearly wanted more as he asked softly in her ears, "May I?"

She frowned, and her mind was racing with thoughts. She felt a bit lost.

Seeing that she said nothing, he took her hand to touch his cheek, his chest, and his neck. Every spot was drenched in sweat from suppressing his desire.

Even with the fabric in between, she could tell that part was bursting to go.

Ever since Grace lost her memory, she had never experienced something like this. But since she had decided to keep him, she shouldn't leave him hanging.

She nodded. "Okay."

Just then, he went in. The once pitiful person, who had been pleading for affection, suddenly became incredibly dominant. Nothing she said could stop him.

They kept going for a long time, but he was tireless, while she lacked the strength to move a finger. She almost lost her voice, and her body ached.

"Ed, let's go to bed. Shall we?"

"Say my name again."

"Ed." Just as she called his name, he excitedly pounced on her again.

Grace was consumed by his passion the entire night, and she only reached her limit and fell asleep at dawn.

In her daze, she felt someone bathing her. Without opening her eyes, she weakly propped herself up and accidentally brushed her lips against his. Then, she drifted back into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, the man froze at her gesture. He was then overwhelmed with intense joy and pulled her tightly into his arms, as though he wanted to merge her into his body.

There was no one in the room by the time she woke up. As she rubbed her forehead, she felt surprisingly refreshed.