Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 276

Grace had a lingering sense that something about Ed was amiss. His demeanor had shifted, and he had grown strangely fixated—almost to the point of obsession.

Also, "that guy" he had mentioned—who was that supposed to be?

"I'm not playing you." She reached out and took his hand, guiding him to sit beside her on the edge of the bed. "And I don't hate you either, so don't let your thoughts get carried away."

"What about the shells?" Ed pressed.

There was something relentless in how he clung to her words, even the ones spoken in passing, as if each word held the weight of a vow.

Grace began to wonder if she had really gone too far this time.

"I forgot," she said. "I'll make it up to you next time."

Ed fell silent. His lips trembled for a moment before he finally said, "You're just making a fool of me, Grace."

She was beginning to grow weary of it all. Needless to say, she wasn't someone who knew how to coax or comfort another.

The atmosphere between them instantly became tense. She simply admitted, "If that's what you think, then we should break up."

No sooner had she said it than she felt an overwhelming sense of hostility, a wave of killing intent that seemed to roll in from all sides. Yet she knew that it wasn't meant for her personally but for the world in general.

He slowly rose, then abruptly framed her face with his hands and brought his mouth down in a fierce kiss.

The metallic taste of blood spread between them when a jolt of pain bloomed on her lips as she reflexively tried to push him away, but he only bit down harder, to which she furrowed her brows in pain.

"Ed!" he called out, and he finally released her.

His voice came out raspy with frustration as he said, "You'll regret this, Grace. You'll regret this."

Grace pursed her lips, wincing from the pain. Nothing about that kiss held tenderness in it.

She reached out, intending to hold him, but he shoved her away. He moved toward the door, then paused as if waiting for her to stop him.

Grace touched her lips, her mind a whirl of thoughts. After a long silence, she finally said, "Never mind. I'm tired too, Ed. Maybe you're right. You were just someone who happened to show up when I was desperate."

The moment the words left her mouth, he left. However, this time, he was faster than ever.

She listened as the main door slammed shut, the sound resonating through the silence. She took a deep breath and slowly lay back down, but after avoiding reality and sleeping for two days just before, sleep was now a distant prospect.

Frustration mounted as she went to wash her face to clear up her mind. The sky outside had darkened, and just as she felt the weight of the evening settle, her phone suddenly rang.

It was Liam.

"Grace, you're back in Druville?"

Hearing his voice, Grace felt a warmth spread through her chest, easing the relentlessness that had been gnawing at her.

"Yeah. Have you gone through the materials I prepared for you?" she asked.

"I have. But there are still a few people causing trouble."

A flicker of darkness crossed Grace's eyes. Without delay, she got into the car and drove straight to Liam's villa.

When she arrived, she noticed the dark circles rimming his eyes. He was only 19 years old, but he looked as though he had matured overnight. Even his chin was stippled with the onset of stubble.

Grace reached out and ruffled his hair. One glance at the stack of documents on the coffee table was enough to tell her that he had been working diligently for the past few days.