Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan)

Grace left the place with her steps feeling lighter.

When she returned home, she sat on the couch. Realizing that she was not able to fall asleep, she grabbed her laptop next to her and started working.

To her surprise, the doorbell rang, which made her a little bit miffed. When she went to open the door, she found Lyle standing there.

Lyle was a man with feminine appearance. He seemed to have been seriously injured. The moment he lifted his head and saw Grace in front of him, he looked pleasantly surprised for a brief second before returning to being calm again.

"Ms. Lambert, I got into an accident downstairs."

Grace was a little surprised. She took a step back and invited him in.

She had a first-aid kit. After all, he was considered an artist of hers. If his face became disfigured, who would be her source of income?

There were some scratches on Lyle's face, and blood stains covered his arms. Grace brought the first aid kit over and gestured toward the couch.

To her surprise, he just plopped down on the floor and peeled off the shirt he had hung over his arm.

"I'm fine with sitting on the floor. I'm all dirty. Wouldn't want to stain your couch."

Grace opened up the first aid kit and applied some disinfectant before stopping the bleeding.

She was still rather confused. "How do you know that I live here? Is your car badly damaged? What about your brother?"

"He wasn't with me. My car's been towed. It's not that bad. My injuries are pretty minor as well. I got your address from someone else so I thought I'll just stop by for a while."

Grace treated the wounds on his hand. Then, she moved on to his fingers.

Lyle had features that stood out, but there were many calluses on his fingers. It seemed like he had been using weapons for a long time.

He had come down from the mountains recently, so how could he have come in contact with things like guns?

It took Grace around ten minutes to secure the bandages. She let out a breath of relief.

Lyle did not leave. Instead, he leaned against the wall. "Ms. Lambert, can I stay for the night?"

As he was a man, it was rather inconvenient for him to do so, and Grace usually wouldn't have allowed it.

However, seeing how he was in such a bad shape, she could not bring herself to decline his request.

"Sure. You can take the couch."

She cleared her laptop from the coffee table and went to her bedroom.

Lyle was left alone in the living room. He rubbed his eyes and finally let his exhaustion show.

It was around this time that his phone rang. It was a call from Zack. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Didn't I tell you not to go find her? You don't even know how much of a freak that guy is. You really think he wouldn't dare to kill you?"

Lyle choked up with emotion, slowly clenching his fist that was hanging down at the side. "How could you stand being cast out by him all the time? That bastard is sick.

"All I wanted was to come look for Grace. Why the hell is he even panicking?"

After Zack found out that Lyle was fine, he finally felt relieved. "Why do you even bother arguing with a psychopath like him? You better not say anything to Grace.

"She has no recollection of any of the things that happened. We're all just waiting on orders. If that bastard really decides to do something crazy, none of us will come out of this alive."

Lyle wanted to take a cigarette out to smoke, but when he realized that it was Grace's living room, he slowly put it back down.

"Don't worry about it. I'm at Grace's. The one who was running after me is gone now. She's safe."

After all, that madman did not want Grace to realize anything was amiss.

There was a brief pause before Zack felt the need to remind out of concern. "Don't ever do this again. It's not worth losing your life over this. It was also because of Grace that he let you off the hook"

All Lyle could feel was pain in his chest-it was unbearable. Those people did not

go easy on him.

They must have wanted him to be bedridden in the hospital for a couple of months.noveldrama

"When Grace finally gets her memories back, I'm going to teach that crazy bastard a lesson."

What a piece of crap that man was-Grace wasn't even his property.

Zack was speechless, and he started rubbing his brows. "You should also learn to stop speaking

so carelessly. From what I know, Grace has become pretty close with him after she lost her memories."

"It's all an illusion."

A sinister look flashed across Lyle's eyes. He looked at the wound on his arm. "I'll make that bastard pay for all the times I had to suffer during this period."

...

Grace had fallen asleep right after she lied down. Nonetheless, she had a dream.

She was in a manor with tree-lined paths and lavish gardens-everything looked perfect.

When she woke up, she still remembered how the manor looked like. She wondered if it had anything to do with her before she lost her memories.

She had a gut feeling that this manor was very important.

The next morning, she went in to work and was busy until lunch break. Suddenly,

a notification popped up on her screen. It was an email.

It was a scheduled email which she had sent to herself many years back.

In the email, there was only a picture and a sentence.

It wrote, "Are things going well between you and that guy?"

The picture happened to be the manor she dreamed about the night before. Even

though it was not very clear, she recognized it at a glance.

Here it was again—"that guy".

This was an email that she had sent to herself, and it was from many years ago.

She massaged her forehead. She tried to find out the location of the manor through reverse image search.

However, there was not a place that was similar.

In the end, she could only send this photo to Ed. Considering how Ed had worked

at The Obsidian for so long, he should know more.

However, there was no reply from him.