Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 290

Ethan gave a curt response before he was pushed out of the conference room.

The atmosphere in the conference room was stifling. The pressure was finally gone when Ethan exited the room. Everyone could finally breathe again. They felt lucky to still be alive.

After returning to the office, Ethan remained calm. There were still many documents he had to review, but he could no longer get himself to go through them. Usually, he could easily understand the data that was shown in the documents. Today, it all just looked like a bunch of tadpoles swimming up and down.

He rubbed his brows before speaking to Tim, who was next to him. "I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up at 7:00 pm."

"Will do."

Ethan had always had a bad case of insomnia. He had been losing sleep for the past few days as well. Faint dark circles could be seen around his eyes.

He lay down on the bed in the break room. He was probably in a good mood because the moment he shut his eyes, he dozed off right away. He had frequent dreams about the past and the messy disputes, and today was the same.

His brows furrowed. Even in his dreams, he could not get a good sleep. Just then, that voice said something.

"He's dead, so why are you still alive?"

All he could feel was a sword being pierced through his chest. That suffocating feeling was creeping up on him again.

His eyes shot open, and he realized that only 20 minutes had passed. His face turned a little ashen as he called Tim over.

Tim came over immediately. The moment he saw Ethan, he knew that Ethan had just had a dream.

With practiced ease, Tim took a bottle of sleeping pills, shook out a few tablets into his hand, and placed them in Ethan's palm. "Mr. Henderson, take some of these before you go to sleep."

Ethan massaged the area between his eyebrows. With his voice all hoarse, he asked, "Have you not found any new sleeping pills yet?"

Sleeping pills were made up of pretty much the same substance. He had become resistant to the type of medicine he currently used. Ordinary sleeping pills no longer worked on him.

However, the ones with a stronger dosage had severe side effects, so Tim had never dared to let Ethan take those.

"No. A new kind of drug has been developed overseas, but it'll cause slight damage to the brain, and it's irreparable. I wouldn't recommend it."

Ethan's brain is extremely valuable. He could never suffer such damage.

Ethan's hands that were massaging his temples paused all of a sudden. He took a deep breath before saying, "Let me have them."

"Mr. Henderson…"

Tim was a little hesitant until he saw Ethan's bloodshot eyes. If he continued losing sleep this way, the damage done to his health and brain might even be greater.

"I'll contact the foreign experts right away."

Ethan nodded slightly. Then, he closed his eyes to rest and stopped talking.

7:00 pm finally rolled around, and Tim sent him to the hotel.

Even when they were on their way to the hotel, Tim still felt a little uneasy, so he kept sending text messages to Grace.

Tim: "Ms. Lambert, are you sure that Mr. Henderson will like this present?"

Grace: "Of course."

This was because Ethan had visited Eleanor's grave before. Even if he ended up not liking Andrea, he would definitely be shocked to see her face.

Grace stood behind him and nodded her head slightly. "Mr. Henderson, the present's inside."

Ethan's hands clenched right away. "It's inside?"

She chuckled softly, her breath brushing his ear as she said, "Mm-hmm, I'm sure you'll like it."

Ethan's lashes trembled. His grip on the armrest tightened and loosened repeatedly.

Grace pushed him toward the bedroom. The bedroom was even darker—it was pitch-black.

Grace covered Ethan's eyes with her hands. "I've prepared a very special present for you."

She had made the room dark on purpose. This way, she could stir up his innermost desire. When he finally saw Andrea's face, he would be even more shocked.

When she was done speaking, Ethan raised his hand to hers, his cold fingers resting on the back of her hand. Her hands were covering his eyes. The moment she felt his cool hands on hers, she stiffened slightly.

His cold wide hands suddenly turned warm, and the heat transferred to her. She squirmed. But when she thought of the events that were about to unfold, she brushed it off.

"Mr. Henderson, I'll turn on the lights when I uncover your eyes. Are you ready?"

"Yes."

It was a word he often said. However, this time, there was apparent delight in his tone.

Seeing him like this, Grace became very pleased. She felt a little proud even, thinking that this present was, indeed, to his liking.