Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 172

---- Chapter 172 Grace's chest tightened, and she jolted awake. She gasped for air, her eyes locking onto the familiar ceiling. It took a second to register that she was at Palm Bay. She tried to sit up, but a familiar voice stopped her. "You're awake?" Her throat was dry, and she nodded quickly, searching the room for water. Before she could find it, a glass was already at her lips, as if he knew what she needed. She drank in quick, thirsty gulps, letting him steady the glass.

Only after finishing did the heat in her body subside, and her gaze finally settled on Ethan. It was the middle of the night, and Ethan was in his usual pajamas. The neckline hung loosely , dipping low enough to reveal his abs. Grace quickly looked away. Last time, when Ethan answered the door for Jodie, he had purposely pulled his pajamas tighter to cover himself. It seemed he didn't like showing skin.

up. She even tightened the belt at his waist a little more. He lowered his gaze, watching as her hands swiftly tied the belt. "What are you doing?" She looked up at him, her tone firm. "Your pajamas were ---- loose. You don't seem like the type to show this much." "Yeah." He gave a short response and glanced away.

by the cemetery. I ran into Liam, and he grabbed me, insisting I go find you," Ethan replied. A wave of emotion surged through Grace. Liam had passed out earlier, which meant he must have woken up in agonizing pain. Yet the first

for that, she figured she should at least be a little nicer to him from now on. She took a deep breath and finally noticed the bandages wrapped tightly around her waist and arms, almost like a mummy. "Mr, Henderson, you're too kind. I'm in your debt again, and I have no idea how to repay you," Grace said with a wry smile. She

usual "sleeping pill Feeling bold, she patted the bed beside her. "Tonight, I'll stay ---- right here without moving an inch. You should get some rest, Mr. Henderson." Ethan met her gaze, then, out of nowhere, smiled. She frowned slightly. What was he smiling about? Yet, he was already getting into bed, moving with his usual unhurried grace,