Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan)

When Grace got into Tim's car, she kept her head down, looking a bit dejected.

"Ms. Lambert, do you want me to send you home?" Tim asked.

She didn't reply and lowered her head to call Ed again, but there was still no answer. She wondered if he had found out about tonight's incident from someone else and was tormenting himself in his villa.

"Ms. Lambert?" Tim pulled the car over to the side of the road. After waiting for ten minutes, he finally saw her close her eyes in defeat.

"Mr. Bennett, you've worked with Mr. Henderson for so many years. Do you know if he likes anything besides work?" Grace asked.

She could give him a set of limited-edition clubs if he liked golf, or she could try her best to buy him a good horse if he was into equestrian sports.

He certainly had hobbies like these, right?

Tim glanced at her through the rearview mirror and answered, "Mr. Henderson doesn't like work."

"Then just tell me what I can give him to make him happy."

Tim said nothing, his hands gripping the steering wheel. After a moment of silence, he asked again, "Do you want me to take you home, Ms. Lambert?"

She told him the address of Ed's villa and then stared outside the window quietly. Tim drove very slowly, and it took them half an hour longer than usual to get there. As she got out of the car, a gust of cold wind swept over her. It was only then that she realized she was only wearing the nightgown with nothing underneath.

She quickly held down the hem of her nightgown and lowered her head to thank him. "Thank you, Mr. Bennett."

He drove off right away, seemingly uninterested in why she had come to such a remote place.

She took a deep breath and took out her phone to call Ed again, but he didn't answer the call. She hurried to the door and entered the passcode.

The display showed that the passcode she entered was incorrect he had changed it.

Shivering from the cold, she knocked on the door. "Ed, are you home?"

Just as she was about to give up, the door opened slightly. Ed's voice was a little hoarse. "What are you doing here?"

That was when she realized he had really found out about it. That was why he had changed the passcode out of anger.

She quickly pushed the door open and stepped inside, but before she could say a word, he had already lifted her onto the cabinet at the entrance. His hand slid up along her leg and then paused.

She touched his face with both hands. Just as she was about to kiss him in guilt,

her whole body froze. His fingers had already...

"Are you here to break up with me?" Ed asked.

"Ed, I've never thought about that." She leaned against his shoulder. His actions w were now stirring up the

effects of the drug she had barely managed to suppress.

Her body temperature rose, and beads of sweat started to form on her forehead. Her palms clung to him like vines.

She had been too anxious on the way here to notice the effects of the drug setting in. Now, all she felt was unbearable discomfort.

"Ed..." She leaned back uncontrollably, catching a glimpse of him crouching down in a fleeting moment of clarity.

"Don't do that..." she murmured.

But the man's intention was very clear. He was like a man who had been scorched in the desert for ages and had finally discovered the water body in an oasis.

As the fireworks exploded in her

mind, she instinctively grasped,

e a few

strands of his hair. Her chest heaved violently, and she had lost her last bit of rationality.

He wiped his lips with his fingertip and then clutched her cheeks. "I wanted to do this at the banquet, when you were looking at me..."noveldrama

Her mind was reeling with chaos, and she had no idea what he was talking about. She just curled up in his arms like a cat.

He gently patted her back when he heard her say, "Don't be angry. I'll let you do whatever you want to me, okay?"

Ed stopped patting her, his Adam's apple bobbing. "You'll let me do whatever I want?"

"Yes."

The next second, she was lifted down from the cabinet at the entrance. Her legs felt weak, and he held her waist firmly with one hand.

"Ed..." She felt a little uneasy, her head spinning. He was like a wild beast released from its cage, wanting to tear her apart.

"You look great in the fishtail dress."

"What?" She felt like she was floating in the ocean, and the whole world around her was a blur.

He leaned in and uttered in a low voice, "The way you walked made my heart flutter."