Regret Came Too Late

Grace left the place with her steps feeling lighter.

When she returned home, she sat on the couch. Realizing that she was not able to fall asleep, she grabbed her laptop next to her and started working.

To her surprise, the doorbell rang, which made her a little bit miffed. When she went to open the door, she found Lyle standing there.

Lyle was a man with feminine appearance. He seemed to have been seriously injured. The moment he lifted his head and saw Grace in front of him, he looked pleasantly surprised for a brief second before returning to being calm again.

"Ms. Lambert, I got into an accident downstairs."

Grace was a little surprised. She took a step back and invited him in.

She had a first-aid kit. After all, he was considered an artist of hers. If his face became disfigured, who would be her source of income?

There were some scratches on Lyle's face, and blood stains covered his arms. Grace brought the first aid kit over and gestured toward the couch.

To her surprise, he just plopped down on the floor and peeled off the shirt he had hung over his arm.

"I'm fine with sitting on the floor. I'm all dirty. Wouldn't want to stain your couch."

Grace opened up the first aid kit and applied some disinfectant before stopping the bleeding.

She was still rather confused. "How do you know that I live here? Is your car badly damaged? What about your brother?"

"He wasn't with me. My car's been towed. It's not that bad. My injuries are pretty minor as well. I got your address from someone else so I thought I'll just stop by for a while."

Grace treated the wounds on his hand. Then, she moved on to his fingers.

Lyle had features that stood out, but there were many calluses on his fingers. It seemed like he had been using weapons for a long time.

He had come down from the mountains recently, so how could he have come in contact with things like guns?

minutes to secure the bandages.

the wall. "Ms. Lambert,

was rather inconvenient for him to do so, and Grace usually wouldn't

in such a bad shape, she could

You can take the

from the coffee table

He rubbed his

that his phone rang. It was a call from

"I'm fine."

tell you not to go find her? You don't even know how much of a freak that guy is. You really think he wouldn't dare to

emotion, slowly clenching his fist that was hanging down at the side. "How could you stand being cast out by

to come look for Grace. Why the hell is he

he finally felt relieved. "Why do you even bother arguing

orders. If that bastard really decides

cigarette out to smoke, but when he realized that it

I'm at Grace's. The one who was running after me is gone

did not want Grace to

the need to remind out of concern. "Don't ever do this again. It's not worth losing your life over this. It

was pain in his chest-it was

go easy on him.

wanted him to be bedridden in the

her memories back, I'm going to teach that crazy bastard

crap that man was-Grace wasn't even his

speechless, and he started rubbing his brows. "You should also learn

what I know, Grace has become pretty close with him after she lost her

"It's all an illusion."

look flashed across Lyle's eyes. He looked at the wound on his arm. "I'll make that bastard pay for all the times I had to suffer during

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