Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 428

But before the woman could finish speaking, several men who looked like bodyguards quickly approached and silenced her by covering her mouth.

The guards gave off a cold, dangerous presence. One stood outside the cart and spoke in an official tone. "Ms. Lambert, we're sorry to have bothered you. This woman is a distant relative of Mr. Henderson. Her mental state isn't well, and she somehow got out tonight."

The crazed woman immediately quieted down as if she were terrified of something.

Grace wanted to have a few more words with her, but the guard had already started driving the car away.

The vehicle stopped in front of the central villa, where the lights were still on.

She got out with the magnolia blossoms in her arms but instinctively turned around, wanting to see where the woman had been taken.

However, there was no trace of her left. It was as if she had vanished into thin air.

Grace rubbed her brow, feeling a dull ache return to her head.

Suddenly, the front door opened.

She stood at the entryway and saw that the living room was empty.

She placed the flowers on the coffee table, intending to leave quietly. But just as she took one step forward, she saw Ethan standing on the second floor.

He rested one hand on the balcony railing and said calmly, "Why are you so late?"

Grace looked up at him and asked with a hint of surprise, "Mr. Henderson, is your leg better?"

"Mm."

He lowered his eyes. His throat moved as if he wanted to say something, but held back.

Every time Grace faced Ethan, she would feel uneasy, yet she just couldn't tell where that feeling came from.

She scratched her cheek awkwardly.

"I'm sorry to bother you at this late hour. I couldn't find that kind of flower at any florist in Druville, so I had to go pick them in the suburbs, which took extra time. You weren't really waiting for the flowers, were you?" she asked.

It was already past 3:00 am, and for someone like him, who lived rigidly by routine, it was strange he hadn't gone to bed.

Ethan didn't answer the question and just stared at her.

Grace didn't know what else to say. Ethan's silence often left her in a bind. Leaving felt wrong, but staying back felt worse.

After an awkward three-minute silence, she finally spoke up. "The flowers are delivered. I'll head out now. You should rest too."

But just as she took a step, he asked, "Is the snow heavy outside?"

Grace reflexively patted her head, thinking he had seen snowflakes on her hair.

"A little. The snow in Druville seems heavier than usual this year."

"Hmm."

She took a painkiller and then two sleeping pills before lying motionless in bed.

She hadn't dreamed in a long time, but the dreams came again as soon as she fell asleep.

It was the same smoke-filled, barren wasteland. She wandered aimlessly through it, stumbling every few steps. Two figures followed behind her step for step, their eyes full of worry.

"Ms. Lambert, let's go back."

She ignored them and kept walking in a daze.

All three of them were injured. The other two were hurt more severely, but no matter where she went, they followed along like loyal bodyguards.

One of them had a small braid proudly resting on his shoulder. His sharp eyes were bloodshot.

When Grace fell to the ground, they rushed forward to support her.

"Why don't we head back?"

She lifted her eyes in confusion, her gaze empty.

"Back where? We can never go back…"

Grace jolted awake.

The pain in her dream followed her into the real world—she felt like every bone in her body was aching.