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.

...

the small villa just 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

to find the light switch on the wall, but

the door behind her. The sound was muffled as though

couch from memory after her last visit. Halfway there, an arm suddenly slipped

then brushed against her

light, she couldn't see a thing. She could only

treated the

"Can you walk

respond. His hand closed firmly around hers as he

atmosphere, and something metallic laced the scent around him. It was

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

that, she hurried to kiss him again,

anger seemed to dissipate slightly, and his voice was hoarse as he murmured, "Next time, I won't

to tremble slightly. What kind of monster had she

reached for the nearby box and opened it. "I got you a ring. It's part of a matching set. Let me put it on you, and you put the other one on me,

weren't expensive, yet they struck precisely where it mattered. Even Ed's voice

ring and gently slipped it onto one of his fingers. Then, she

at once. With trembling fingertips, he picked up the