Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 400

Grace's mind snapped back to the drink she had. Still, pulling off something like that at an event this size required precision.

She swept her gaze across the room and quickly spotted someone familiar—Yancey.

He headed toward her the second their eyes met.

"What's wrong, Grace? Are you okay?"

She tried to answer, but the heat slammed into her again—sharp, unbearable, like ants crawling all over her skin.

It wasn't just a surface itch—it felt like it was rising from her bones, deep and maddening. Scratching barely helped.

She averted her gaze and gave a slight shake of her head.

Too many familiar eyes were here tonight. If they saw her clinging to Yancey, they would only revive the old whispers that she was still hopelessly in love with him.

She instinctively turned to leave, hoping to find somewhere to hide.

But Yancey caught her wrist.

"Grace, seriously, what's going on? If you're not okay, I'll take you home."

Her vision was already swimming. There was no point trying to explain.

Right now, all she wanted was for someone to hold her. The drug was wreaking havoc on her.

Yancey moved closer, but Grace shoved him hard.

"Don't come near me," she said.

He stumbled back, clearly caught off guard by her strength.

Given their history and the rumors that never seemed to die, the moment they got near each other, all eyes would turn their way.

Now, half of the room was watching, the mood thick with amusement and anticipation.

Grace felt she was already at the brink of collapse. She reached toward a stranger's wine glass, ready to smash it on the floor and grab a shard—maybe the pain would clear her head.

However, Yancey calmly adjusted his outfit and blurted, "I'll take you home, Grace."

He leaned in again.

But she was nowhere to be found on the first floor. Heart pounding, Yancey made a beeline for the stairs, only to find Dylan there.

Dylan stood there with a glass of wine in hand, looking as polished and composed as ever.

The blackout had thrown everyone off, even him. He was here to watch the show, waiting to see when Ethan would make his move, so he could catch him in the act and rat him out to Jordan.

But this? It had caught even him off guard.

Yancey didn't even glance at him. He brushed past Dylan, heading upstairs.

Dylan, however, raised an arm and blocked his way.

"Going after her is pointless now, Yancey. We need this mess to grow first. Go get some rest," Dylan said.

Yancey slapped his hand away with a scoff. "Save your advice. You're the one who needs to rest, not me."

Dylan had been recovering from a serious injury lately, yet no one knew the details.

His expression turned cold, and he didn't argue further.