Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 241

After all, the agreement was something Grace herself had admitted to. If she went back on it now, Simon certainly wouldn't let her off the hook.

Still, anyone who drank ten bottles of vodka would end up in the hospital.

Grace bit her lip, not even bothering to look at Ethan. She didn't need to think—he must have regretted coming to the private room by now.

She took a deep breath. If she was going to end up in the hospital, then so be it. At least she could finish the task.

She walked toward the table stacked with liquor.

The private room was spacious, measuring approximately a thousand square feet. The coffee table was nearly as tall as a person, covered with expensive bottles of alcohol.

She grabbed a bottle of high-proof vodka and was about to drink it down when she caught sight of Ethan sitting in his wheelchair. His head was lowered, as though he were deep in thought.

After finishing the bottle, a fiery pain surged in her stomach, and her cheeks flushed. She could feel the strong scent of alcohol lingering in her nostrils.

Just as she was about to open the second bottle, she saw Ethan getting ready to leave.

Her fingers curled slightly, but she opened the second bottle anyway.

Simon wasn't actually trying to get her killed here. It was clear that Grace was forcing herself, and he quickly waved his hand.

"Alright. Go wait by my car. I'll come over later to grab the documents and take a look," Simon said.

Grace put the bottle down and quickly responded, "Alright, thank you, Mr. Yule."

Simon hurried to catch up with Ethan, concerned that he might be upset, knowing Ethan hated jokes like these between men and women.

In the private room, the remaining trust fund kids finally felt bold enough to speak up. The whispers started.

"Why does Ethan have such an intense presence? The moment he walked in, it felt like some invisible force made me hide my phone."

"I felt the same way."

"My family told me never to provoke him."