Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan)

As soon as she left, Tim opened the door and walked in. He stood before Ethan deferentially while his mind raced with many thoughts.

Indeed, those people were Jordan's bodyguards, and they were currently on their way back to Henderson Residence. If Ethan didn't stop them, what Grace had said would definitely reach Jordan's ears.noveldrama

Tim had come in to see what Ethan was going to do. He waited in silence.

However, ten minutes had passed and Ethan was still reviewing the documents.

The sound of the pen nib across the paper was sharp and clear.

Only when Tim saw that it was about to hit the 15-minute mark did he ask

tentatively, "Mr. Henderson, should I stop them?"

Ethan's hand stopped for a moment, and his eyes flickered a few times before he returned to his calm self. He responded, "No."

"But..."

If he did not stop them, Jordan might really do something.

Sometimes, Tim had no idea what Ethan was thinking.

Ethan put his pen down. When he heard footsteps coming from outside, he knew that Grace had returned. The corners of his lips curled up for a moment. "I'd like to see what she chooses."

Tim didn't understand what he meant by this but did not prod further.

When Grace opened the door, she noticed that Tim was here as well. She placed the tray next to Ethan before wiping the spoon several times. "Mr. Henderson, I noticed that you didn't have anything to eat earlier. Have some of this."

Ethan lifted his gaze, and their eyes met.

Grace's little thoughts were laid bare.

Ethan did not eat the food. He lowered his head once again, picked up his pen, and resumed reviewing the document in his hand.

Tim was the only one who knew that Ethan had already gone through this document.

The food in the tray had cooled, so Grace went to heat it up. When the food became cold again, she reheated it once more, repeating this action several times. This went on for three hours.

Only when it was 2:00 pm did Ethan put his pen down and pick up the spoon to take a sip of the stew. As the stew had already been reheated several times, the taste had gone unpleasant. Nonetheless, he was very satisfied, and his brows were even slightly raised.

Tim, who was standing at the side, could tell that Ethan was happy. He looked at Grace with sympathy. No matter how smart Grace was, Ethan was far better when it came to playing these mind games.

When Grace saw that Ethan was finally willing to eat the food, she let out a breath

of relief, and her gaze fell on the back of his neck. Then, she looked at the wheelchair.

Out of nowhere, an image flashed in her mind. She was speaking to someone. "He's dead. Why are you still alive?"

All of a sudden, she could feel a stabbing pain in her head. She began rubbing her temples. At the same time, her chest felt tight.

Who was this "he"?

And who was she speaking to?

Everything inside her head was a mess. Sometimes, images would randomly pop

up inside her head, but she would not be able to connect them.

When Ethan was done eating, she took the plate away before serving him a cup of coffee.

From a distance, Tim stood there watching her run around in a frenzy.

Ethan had even held a meeting somewhere in the middle. The entire time, Grace stood beside him, serving him. When she noticed that he wanted water, she would rush over with a cup. Ethan would let his gaze fall on her before looking away nonchalantly.

Grace took a deep breath. Sometimes, she just felt that Ethan was someone hard

to please. This was because she did not know what he liked.

He had everything-social status, money, and power. Even if she wanted to give

him a present, she didn't know what she could get him.

When his meeting ended, she pursed her lips for a moment before asking, "Mr. Henderson, is there anything you like?"