Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 218

Grace stared at the flower in front of her, then glanced around at the surrounding scene.

The memory that had just flashed through her mind had happened here, and she had been the one in it.

So… her first time with Ed was in this very place?

Her brows furrowed as she looked down, trying to recall more details. However, the harder she tried, the more her head throbbed.

Just as she raised her hand to massage her temples, a pair of hands gently pressed down on them, slowly kneading in circular motions.

Grace tried to turn around, but the cloth blindfold dropped once more over her eyes.

She sighed. "Are you feeling better?"

"Mhm."

It would seem he hasn't fully recovered. Otherwise, why so few words?

She didn't struggle and quietly waited for him to tie the cloth again before turning to face him. "Have I been here before?"

As soon as she asked the question, the man's grip on her wrist instantly tightened—so much so that it hurt.

She didn't make a sound, but he quickly realized what had happened and let go. Still, a red mark was already forming on her fair skin.

He lowered his head and gently rubbed her wrist as if trying to soothe the pain.

Sensing his remorse, Grace decided to let it go and changed the subject.

"Our first time… It was here, wasn't it?" she asked again.

When she walked in earlier, the place had struck her as quite beautiful. And in those fleeting memories, she had clearly enjoyed it. So, why had things escalated to the point of her hitting him?

The man didn't respond and merely continued caressing her wrist.

Grace was genuinely fed up with her memory loss. Not knowing anything made her feel perpetually helpless.

She raised her hands and touched his face, finally feeling the heat radiating from him.

"You still have a fever?" Grace questioned.

"Mhm."

She panicked and instinctively reached to remove her blindfold, but he stopped her.

"Don't look at me."

"Alright, got it, I won't look. But at least take your meds. Why are you even out here with a fever? What if you pass out?

"It's no wonder you're being so quiet today, acting all moody like my boss. I'm really not used to it."

Ed stayed silent.

Grace quickly realized she had said the wrong thing and gripped his wrist tightly.

"Let's soak in the pool for a bit and work up some sweat. I didn't mean to mention someone else on purpose, alright?"

She thought he'd stay angry, but to her surprise, his fingers began undoing her clothes.

Her breath immediately hitched, and she turned her head aside—only to remember she couldn't see anything anyway, so she turned back.

Once in the water, she leaned against Ed's chest. Her thoughts wandered to the gossip Selene had told her earlier.

"Hey, Ed, you know what people are saying about your boss? They say he used to be an undercover agent. But aside from that, no one seems to know much about his background."

Ed's fingers were gently massaging her shoulders. His touch was just right, making her whole body go soft. She couldn't help but snuggle closer to him.

She briefly recounted what Selene had said and asked lazily with her eyes half-closed, "You ever hear anything like that around here?"