Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan)

Ethan handed Grace a clean towel. She trembled and was about to take it when she accidentally caught a glimpse of the bite mark on his neck.

She paused for a moment and quickly splashed cold water onto her face, trying to clear her head. He kept his hand extended, silently watching her.

Her nose was red from the cold. She stood up and took the towel to wipe her face and body. When she saw the lipstick mark on the back of his hand, she swiftly bent down to wipe it off for him.

But he quickly pulled away and even maneuvered his wheelchair a step back.

This wasn't the first time she had been in such an awkward situation-once, she seemed to have taken advantage of him after getting drunk in a private room. What she did tonight was even more out of line. She had embarrassed him in front of everyone.

She was utterly ashamed. Ethan had always been an impeccable figure with a top-notch reputation in the industry.

She rubbed her arm with her head hung low, trying to ease the awkwardness, but she didn't know what to say. She definitely wasn't drunk tonight; she was drugged.

However, how it had happened no longer seemed important. Now, she had to figure out how to restore his reputation.

After tonight, the entire Druville would be buzzing with their scandal.

She rubbed her arm for a long time before she offered dejectedly, "Mr. Henderson,

I'll pass on a few of the projects I've recently secured to Henderson Group."

"I'm not short of money." He spoke indifferently, and his gaze lingered on the curves of her figure for a few seconds before calmly looking away.

"Then what are you short of?" She stepped out of the bathtub, water dripping from the hem of her fishtail dress.

Although her makeup had worn off, her hair remained in an elegant updo, with a few strands left down. Her eyes were misted over, making her look like an innocent mermaid.

Ethan remained silent.

The floor heating was on, so she didn't feel cold after stepping out of the cold water. She was simply drenched from head to toe, appearing somewhat pitiful.

Grace crouched beside Ethan's wheelchair and looked up at him. "Mr. Henderson, what do you need? I'll give it to you as long as it's within my power."

He shifted his gaze from the side to her face. "You can't afford it."

Her face instantly flushed red. What did he want? He had wealth and power; it seemed that his only regret was with his first love, and she truly couldn't provide that.

She pursed her lips, feeling a bit guilty. She had previously taken her anger out on him, but now, what right did she have to be angry with him?

He maneuvered the wheelchair out while unbuttoning his shirt. Lipstick stains were scattered on the collar of his shirt, including the corner of his lips.

She somehow felt that she had tainted both his clothes and him.

There were already clean clothes on the bed. Ethan changed into them and then tucked the shirt with lipstick stains into the wardrobe.

Grace followed him out and saw this, so she quickly offered, "Let me wash it for you."noveldrama

She was about to open the wardrobe to remove the dirty shirt when she heard him say, "Don't touch my things."

Her hand stopped in midair, and she felt even more guilty. Ethan was a decent person, yet she constantly embarrassed him. He was raised really well-he could still remain composed even when he was angry.

His gaze fell on her bare feet, and he briefly frowned. "Change out of the wet clothes and put on the slippers."

Grace turned around, surprised to find that there was a nightgown on the bed. She quickly went back to the bathroom to put it on, but she was not provided with any underwear.

However, she was too embarrassed to request it from him.

When he heard the sounds in the bathroom, he reopened the wardrobe and slowly hung up the shirt.

The lipstick stains on the shirt

resembled the vibrant red

winterberries in winter. He stared at them in a daze until the bathroom door creaked open, prompting him

to slam the wardrobe shut. Content