Regret Came Too Late

---- Chapter 230 It took more than an hour of driving before Grace finally arrived at the run-down small house. The house was at least 20 years old, situated in a barren mountainous area, with abandoned building materials scattered around. It had an eerie, desolate feel to it. Moreover , in the abandoned courtyard , a grave stood out of place against the decaying surroundings. The grave, however, was impeccably clean, and fresh flowers were placed in front of it.

To be so far out in the outskirts , living in a small house with nothing but a solitary grave nearby -how lonely must that be? Grace felt a pang of sympathy. Then she noticed that all the windows in the room were sealed shut, completely covered. Not a single beam of light could get through. It was likely as dark inside during the day as it was at night. She pressed the doorbell, but before she could press it a second time, a hand reached out eagerly and pulled her inside.

"You don't have to be in such a hurry every time. The stuff I bought is still outside." She turned her head to glance around, and as expected, all she could see was the faintest bit of light. Before she could say anything more, he quickly turned her ---- head back and kissed her deeply. Grace melted under his kiss, and before she knew it, he had her in his arms and was carrying her over to the couch. He couldn't wait another moment, pulling her to sit on his lap, their bodies pressed together.

He leaned back against the couch, his Adam's apple moving, sensually as he tightened his grip around her waist. Grace's hands rested on his chest, feeling his heart beat fast beneath her palms. His movements were slow this time, but the way his hand caressed her waist was impossible to ignore.

it, she probably never would have come here in her life.

clearly, but it seemed like he could still see the concern in her eyes. He felt completely overwhelmed, like a surge of energy ----

turned out that he didn't have many friends. Grace cupped his face in her hands. If he didn't want to talk, then he didn't have to. It made sense, considering how his

head. "Are you feeling sorry for me?" he asked. "Is that a problem?" "No." As soonas he said that, his strength intensified, and Grace felt overwhelmed by the force, struggling to

resting against him as she caught her breath. But after so many storms, the slow, steady grind of it all felt even more grueling. She bit down on