Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 82

Grace let out a bitter laugh at that.

But she was just too exhausted to explain things. The red scratches on her cheeks were still bleeding.

Everyone in Druville believed she couldn't live without Yancey. It seemed like Ethan thought so as well.

Just how many ridiculous things had she done in the past?

She leaned back against her seat and closed her eyes.

Before too long, she felt a presence approaching. Suddenly, a gentle touch pressed against her cheek. She opened her eyes slightly and saw Ethan's face right in front of her. In his hand was a cotton swab, and he was carefully disinfecting her wounds.

Grace's back stiffened. She felt like she had been electrocuted, and she immediately sat up straight.

But that only caused her to move closer to Ethan.

His face really was handsome. Even at this distance, she couldn't see a single pore. His long eyelashes drooped slightly, giving him an irresistible look.

For a moment, she was frozen in place, but Ethan didn't pull away. Instead, he continued to disinfect her with the cotton swab.

After tossing away one used swab, he picked up a fresh one. Then, he dipped it in disinfectant before he moved to another cut.

For some reason, Grace felt her face heating up, and she tried to move back.

But his hand was faster as he pressed down on the back of her head. The gentleness from before disappeared as he became more forceful. "Don't move."

She didn't dare to move again until he finished disinfecting her wounds.

Then, he tore open a bandage and carefully placed it over where she was injured.

Grace let out a sigh of relief when he put the disinfectant away.

The two of them had been far too close just now. There was no way she could ignore it. On top of that, Ethan was just impossible to ignore.

Just as she thought it was all over, his fingers suddenly brushed against her ankle. He lifted her foot and rested it on his knee.

"Mr. Henderson!" Grace nearly screamed as she gripped the armrest for balance.

Ethan looked down and said nothing. Instead, he gently pressed his finger against the swollen area of her ankle. "Does it hurt?"

Rather than the pain, Grace was more concerned about their current position. She wasn't worthy of resting her leg on Ethan's lap!

"Mr. Henderson, you can put my leg down. I'll apply some cream when I get home later and I'll be fine," Grace said.

Ethan bent down and rummaged through the medical kit beside him before he picked out a tub of cream. "Bear with it."

The next second, he spooned some cream and started to rub it onto her swollen ankle.

Grace didn't find it painful, but she couldn't stop the blush that was creeping up her face. She avoided looking at him as she moved her face away.

She felt completely out of place, especially since she hadn't confirmed whether he was the one who helped her change out of her clothes.

Of course, she didn't dare to assume Ethan had any feelings for her. After all, the situation with his legs wasn't as bad as the rumors seemed to claim.

He was someone who stood at the pinnacle of power while she was nothing more than a disgraced woman with a horrible reputation. They weren't a part of the same world.