Regret Came Too Late

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Chapter 283 Realizing that Grace had asked something she shouldn't have, she quickly leaned down and kissed Ed on the lips.

However, he turned his head away from her, his tone hauntingly low as he asked, "Did you remember something?" "No. My head's full of only you," she answered quickly.

"Really?" "Yup." Her answer appeared to have pleased him as a faint smile tugged at his lips. He finally turned his face back toward her, allowing her to kiss him.

Grace exhaled in quiet relief, but before her emotions could settle, his grip tightened around her waist as he pulled her back into another fevered round of intercourse.

A wave of tiredness washed over her after it was done, and she drifted off to sleep while nestled in his embrace. Worn out and unguarded, she soon slipped into another dream.

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In the fog, a blurry figure stood in the distance. Yet when he spoke, his voice was unmistakably gentle. He called her Grace, her nsounding tender coming from his lips.

Her brows furrowed. Even in the dream, she seemed restless, caught between comfort and unease. Then, as if summoned from the depths of her subconscious, a single line of something she once wrote appeared-"Never trust Ethan".

Ethan...

She felt as if her body were burning in a sea of fire and someone's gentle hand was wiping the sweat from her forehead. She turned over, trying to escape the suffocating heat, only to be pulled back. His arms wrapped around her like creeping vines, holding her tightly.

"Ethan..." The nslipped from her as she jolted awake, her chest heaving with shallow gasps.

The arms wrapped around her waist tensed upon her sudden movement.

"Who were you calling?" Ed asked.

Grace swallowed hard as she scrambled for an excuse, but her mind was still caught in the haze of that surreal dream. She dropped her gaze, only to hear Ed's insistent voice again. "Who were you calling just now?" She pursed her lips and nestled into his arms. "My boss. Maybe it's because I resigned a few days ago and haven't fully adjusted yet. Calling his ndidn't mean anything. I'm not that close to him." There was a hint of guilt in her voice as she said that.

Ed sat up beside her and rested his head on the curve of her neck with a muffled hum.

Grace's thoughts were a chaotic mess. That warning "Never trust Ethan"-was unmistakably written in her own handwriting. Yet what had prompted her to write it? After what had happened between her and Ethan on that island, she couldn't possibly bring it up now.

As for Ethan. She found it hard to decipher whether his actions were more complex than she could imagine. However, one thing was certain-she wouldn't be seeing him anytsoon.

born from raw instinct or so ned Whatever consequences lay ahead, she would avoid him at all costs.

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The following morning, she awoke to find herself in her car. Ed was consistently enigmatic, and until now, she had never properly seen his face.

Her gaze fell upon the isolated tomb. A gentle sigh escaped her before she started the car and drove toward Lambert Group.

Meanwhile, on the other hand, Dylan's lips curled into a cold smile as he studied the investigation reports. The person standing behind him lowered their head in apology. "Sir, we failed to find any information regarding Ms. Lambert's boyfriend." Dylan laid the documents on the table, a crease forming between his eyebrows as he asked, "Are you sure Uncle Ethan never left Palm Bay last night?" "Yes, sir. We're certain." Grace had said she was meeting her boyfriend, but the direction she went didn't lead to Palm Bay. But if her boyfriend wasn't Ethan, why would Ethan be so calm about this?

Dylan's gaze darkened as he stared at the near-empty report on the table. Just as he was about to call Grade el arrange another meeting, one of his subordinates rushed in, saying, "Sir, the shipment at the port has been flagged." Dylan's expression instantly shifted. The shipment was highly confidential, and he had invested nearly a third of his assets into it. How could it have been discovered so suddenly? He drew a long breath, convinced this was Ethan's doing since he never wanted him anywhere near Grace.

Rising swiftly to his feet, Dylan strode toward the exit but paused halfway, his expression N something unreadable. He let out a quiet chuckle as he ordered, "Send this photo to Grace." The content is s shifting into Om on novelenglish.net! He pulled out a photo from the drawer. The photo was somewhat low in resolution, but two figures could vaguely be seen in it. One of them was, without a doubt, Ethan.

His legs appeared to be fine at the time, and he stood holding a gum aimed at another person. However, the figure in the photo was only shown from behind, with their face hidden from the perspective. A thick fog clung to the scene in the photo, casting a pall over the desolate landscape. Yet the figure holding the gun was unmistakably Ethan. His very essence possessed an unforgettable quality.

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