Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel 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.

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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.

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Grace arrived at 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 the air was thick with foreboding.

She had intended to ring the doorbell, but the door creaked open on its own.

There was nothing but darkness in sight as she reached out to find the light switch on the wall, but her fingers met nothing.

"Ed?" She closed the door behind her. The sound was muffled as though she were imprisoning herself in a bottomless void.

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

A low voice then brushed against her ear. "Did you buy the gift?"

Relieved, Grace quickly turned 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 bandage wrapped around his palm.

His breath hitched at once. With trembling fingertips, he picked up the remaining ring and carefully slipped it onto her finger.

Grace had meant to say more, but the moment the ring was on, his kisses rained down on her with an almost desperate intensity. They were so relentless that she could barely breathe. Each one gradually fell upon the very place where the ring now rested.

He seemed genuinely overjoyed. Even when their bodies entwined that night, he let her take the lead. His hands gripped her waist as he asked, his tone brimming with delight, "Have you ever given a ring to anyone else?"

Grace, having lost her memory, truly couldn't recall. However, now wasn't the time for an answer that could potentially ruin the moment. "No, you're the first."

His movements paused for a moment, and then his voice dropped. "And I'll be the only one from now on."

That possessive air settled over them again, dense and suffocating. A faint unease stirred in Grace as she rested against his chest, her head full of uncertainties.

There were times when she couldn't distinguish whether it was care that kept her close to him or an unspoken fear of what he might do if she walked away.

Her lips found his again and again in the darkness. Then, on a whim, she asked, "That guy you mentioned... Who is he?"

All the tenderness evaporated in an instant. Ed's movements stopped, and the atmosphere became ominous.