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.

...

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

in sight as she reached out to find the light switch on

The sound was muffled

her way toward the couch from memory after her last visit.

then brushed against her ear.

However, in the absence of light, she couldn't see a thing. She could only feel the rough texture of a bandage wrapped around

he treated the wounds

she answered. "Can you walk me to

His hand closed firmly around hers as he

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

her hands. She pressed a kiss to the corner of

his face away, unmoved by her gesture. Noticing that, she hurried to kiss him again, planting soft

was hoarse

slightly. What kind of monster had she entangled herself

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

expensive, yet they struck precisely where it mattered. Even Ed's voice possessed a

it onto one

once. With trembling fingertips, he picked