Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 282

A sharp throb pulsed in Grace's head, and her thoughts were thrown into disarray by Dylan's words. She didn't know whether to believe Dylan or dismiss the unease clawing at her chest.

"No," she said into the phone. "I just ran into something. I'm heading out now. I'll be there in an hour."

His voice carried a trace of confusion as he said, "Don't lie to me, Grace."

"I'm not lying." Grace felt her heart somehow tighten.

Meanwhile, back in the café, the last trace of warmth drained from Dylon's face as he stared after Grace's retreating figure. A beat passed before he turned to the bodyguard beside him and ordered, "Find out who's her boyfriend."

It couldn't be Ethan.

But that man, arrogant as he was, would surely know there was someone else in her heart. Would a man as proud and untouchable as him really take advantage of her amnesia and slip into the role of a nameless third party?

Dylan let out a cold laugh. Whatever had happened to Levi, Ethan was undoubtedly involved. He had simply covered his tracks too well for anyone to trace them; at least, not yet.

However, that didn't matter. Now that Dylan had returned, he had all the time he needed to play this game. Besides, he had a clear understanding of Ethan's weaknesses.

The corners of his lips curved slightly as he settled back into his chair. Things were about to get very interesting in Druville.

...

as the clock struck 10:00 pm. The night had fallen completely, and the house stood shrouded in darkness. There was an unnatural silence that saturated the house, and the air was thick with foreboding. She had intended to ring the doorbell, but the door creaked open on its

but darkness in sight as she reached out to find the

closed the door behind her. The sound was muffled as though she were

her way toward the couch from memory after her last visit. Halfway there, an arm suddenly slipped around her

voice then brushed against her ear.

around and grasped his hand. However, in the absence of light, she couldn't see a thing. She could only feel the rough texture of a

he treated the

"Can you walk

around hers as

something metallic laced the scent around him. It was faint, but the smell was unmistakably the scent of

his face between her hands. She pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. "Next time, don't threaten

and turned his face away, unmoved by her gesture. Noticing that, she

and his voice was hoarse as he murmured, "Next time, I

to tremble slightly. What kind of

part of a matching set. Let me put it

mattered. Even Ed's voice possessed a rare touch of delight.

the ring and gently slipped it onto one of his fingers.

at once. With trembling fingertips, he