Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan)

When Grace returned to the bedroom, she took a shower first.

By the time she came out, the snacks on the table had been cleared away.

She saw the lump under the covers, walked over slowly, and snuggled beside Ed. His arms felt so good around her.

Her hand drifted down, and she felt the red bead bracelet and the ring on his wrist. He seemed to really like them-he wore them every time he came to see her.

A feeling of warmth spread through her, and she smiled. "You're not planning on taking off the ring and bracelet I gave you, are you?"

He held her closer, his embrace tightening.

"Nope. Not unless something bad happens to me. I'll wear them forever."

Grace's brow furrowed, and she abruptly placed her hand over his lips. "Do not utter such ominous words."

He pressed a kiss to her palm, his spirits seemingly lifting in response.

"Okay."

Grace was tired. She yawned, almost asleep, when he asked, "A lot of people are crazy for your old boss. If he was around, would you change your mind?"

Grace snapped awake, feeling somewhat weirded out. Uncertain, she asked, "Change my mind about what? That I actually like Ethan? Am I crazy?"

Her answer came quickly-there was no hesitation at all.

He went quiet, fiddling with the red bead bracelet on her wrist with his fingers.

Grace thought he was worried, so she reassured him. "Don't worry about that. There's absolutely no way I could ever like Ethan."

"Why not?"

"We're from different worlds, and he's not right for me. Ed, you sound really worried about him."

His voice was already low, and now it got even quieter. "I'm just scared that all of this is too good to last."

Grace was sleepy, so she just planted a couple of quick kisses on his face.

"It's okay, don't worry about things that haven't even happened."

She closed her eyes and was almost asleep when she heard him say, "Hey, why don't we just get married?"

All sleep had now left Grace, and she sat up, afraid he was serious.

However, Ed really was serious. "Give me your ID. If you agree, I can get our marriage certificate really quickly. That way, I won't have to worry about you leaving me."noveldrama

When he didn't get an answer, his tone lowered somewhat. "What? You don't want to?"

Grace remained silent. She just wanted to be in a relationship with Ed, not get married to him.

She'd never really pictured herself getting married. It always seemed too unreal and uncertain for her.

Plus, she hadn't even gotten a good look at his face yet.

Ed seemed to know what was going through her head. "Once we're married, I'll let you see what I really look like."

Grace rolled over, turning her back to him.

He felt a jolt of panic and couldn't help but pull her close. "Grace, I'm terrified. I'm scared all the time."

He hardly ever called her Grace, and his voice was even shaking when he said it.

Grace was just extremely tired, for so much had happened recently.

And perhaps due to her amnesia, she struggled to comprehend the extent of his apprehension.

She thought things were fine as they were.

She closed her eyes. "Ed, let's talk about this later, okay?"

He suddenly grabbed her waist hard. "It's just a piece of paper. If you—"

She cut him off. "I don't want to get married, not to anyone."

Right after she said that, a voice suddenly flashed into her mind. It seemed she might have said something similar before.

"Hey, can I marry you someday? I can't wait until I'm old enough to get married!" "Grace, are you serious?"

"Of course! I like you. I want to marry you."

Grace rubbed her temples and suddenly sat up in bed.

Ed's hand was still on her waist. When he saw her like this, he asked in a low

tone, "What's wrong?"

"I just remembered some stuff from before."

"What stuff?"

"Ed, I'm exhausted."

"When are you not? You're always tired when you're with me."

Grace frowned and got out of bed.

But before her feet even touched the floor, he grabbed her waist. "You can't keep treating me like this..."

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She stood up, opened the door, and walked out without a second glance.

Ed sat on the bed, his mind racing. That

wa, possessive feeling washed over him again, so bol net

grabbed his phone and made a call.

"I need some medication. My insomnia is getting worse."

A confused voice answered, "Aren't you with her tonight? How can you still be having trouble sleeping?"

"I have a feeling she's going to leave me, just like before. It's always because of that dead guy. I can never compete with him."

"Ed, you're not in a good place right now. Come back here. If you keep this up, you're going to..."

Ed abruptly hung up the phone and ran a hand through his hair.

He was like a moth trapped under a lampshade, blindly banging against the sides.

...

Grace had only been lying down for a little while when she heard the doorbell ring in the living room.

She got up to see who it was and found a stranger standing there.

He had a respectable appearance, wore a white coat, and was very polite.

"Ms. Lambert, I'm a friend of Ed's. I'm here to drop off his medication."

A jolt went through her chest, and she suddenly regretted getting upset with him.

She knew about Ed's occasional possessiveness.

She quickly returned to the master bedroom, but the man stopped her.

"Ms. Lambert, why don't you wait out here? I'll give him his medication. Besides,

he's not quite ready for you to see him yet."

"What's wrong with him? Why does he need medication?" she asked.

"Ed has some minor mental health issues. Alot of things from his past left him with significant trauma, But don't worry, Ms. Lambert. He wouldn't hurt you. He'd rather hurt himself than hurt you."