Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 363

Grace was slightly shocked. Usually, Ed spent most of his time alone in that rundown villa in the suburbs when he wasn't working as a bartender at the Obsidian. How did he know so much?

"How do you know? Who told you?" Grace questioned.

"I know things, for I care about what happens to you."

His voice was low, and his words intense.

Grace didn't feel like getting into it, so she said, "Yeah, I had a little drama with someone, but it wasn't my boss. Also, Ethan's my ex-boss now. I don't work at Henderson Group anymore. He wouldn't even see someone like me, and I definitely wouldn't ask him for anything."

The bathroom light clicked off, and Ed came out, still dripping a bit.

"What makes you think he doesn't notice you?"

Grace chuckled and sighed. "The food's on the table. Go eat. There are still people out there. I'll go hang with them for a bit."

She turned to leave, but he grabbed her wrist.

His tone was hesitant and very careful as he asked, "Grace, you really don't like Ethan, don't you?"

Grace frowned. She blamed Ethan for today—his coddling had made Jodie the way she was.

That whipping and all the stuff before – he'd always been there to bail Jodie out.

"Whether I like him or not is no big deal to him. Come on, let's not talk about him. Aren't you hungry? Why do you keep bringing up someone who doesn't matter?"

The grip on her wrist tightened slightly. "Does he really not matter to you?"

"What else? Ed, you're acting strange today."

He suddenly let go, looking down. "I can't eat much. Will you come in and hang out with me soon?"

Grace softened up a little. She smiled. "Okay."

She made sure to close the door behind her when she went out.

She'd only been inside for about five minutes, and the two outside were already done eating—neither seemed very hungry.

Yancey's gaze drifted toward the bedroom, hoping the man inside would come out on his own.

But by the time they had finished their supper, Grace's boyfriend still hadn't made an appearance.

Grace politely walked them to the door.

Then Joanne asked, "Hey, Grace, have you considered getting married to him?"

Just as Yancey was about to hop in his car, she said, "You know, if you really want a woman to be all yours, it's easy. Just wreck her job, trash her friends, make her totally alone, and she'll have to depend on a guy. Women being too independent is never a good thing."

Yancey stopped dead in his tracks and turned to look at her.

Joanne's expression was still calm, and she even gave him a smile. "Just kidding, of course. I'm sure you wouldn't do that, Mr. Henderson. Besides, Grace's brother is still locked up. You might not know why, but he means a lot to her."

Yancey bit his lip and opened his back car door, saying to her, "It appears we have much to discuss."

Joanne's smile broadened further. "Mr. Henderson, you misunderstand my intentions. Grace and I are friends—I would never undertake any action to harm her. I am simply expressing my sincere regret that your relationship did not endure."

Yancey frowned. He really couldn't figure her out. What was she really thinking?

Joanne walked past him, saying, "Until Liam is strong enough to stand on his own, he'll be Grace's weakness."

With that, she offered no further explanation.

She had noticed tonight that Yancey was different—the once high-and-mighty scion seemed to be learning to bite his tongue.

Yancey waited until she was gone before digging up Liam's address.

He tossed his phone aside, his gaze turning ice-cold.