Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 322 Grace froze for a moment, suddenly recalling how things had gotten quite intense every tshe had been with Ed. She had always quietly taken birth control pills afterward, so there shouldn't be any possibility of pregnancy. She lowered her gaze and smiled. "It shouldn't be possible. We took precautions." The way she spoke so bluntly about such a topic clearly showed she truly had no feelings for Yancey. Yancey's fingers, hanging loosely at his side, curled slightly. Then, he pulled out a check for five million dollars.

"Last night, Jodie confessed to Uncle Ethan of her own accord. This check is from him, and he also arranged for foreign specialists. They said the whip marks on your body won't leave scars. Do you want to go to the hospital?" Looking at the check in front of her, Grace could easily imagine Ethan's indifferent expression. Since she had already taken the whipping, there was no point in refusing the compensation.

She accepted the check and forced a smile. "Please thank him for me." Worried that she might be upset, Yancey tried to comfort her. "Jodie has been spoiled by Uncle Ethan for many years. I suggest you stay away from her next time. She can get away with anything thanks to his favor." Grace lowered her head, rinsed her mouth with water, then splashed her face again to regain her composure. "Got it." For now, she would just have to swallow this bitter loss.

However, the healing process of her injuries was truly unbearable. The wounds itched horribly, making her want to scratch herself raw.

On top of that, Jodie kept sending threatening messages. "Next tyou get close to Uncle Ethan again, I promise you'll suffer even more." Feeling irritated, Grace simply blocked the number.

She returned to her own hand rested for three ore days. During this time, Ed sent her a message saying he wanted to see her.

Since she had nothing going on and was focusing on recovering, she agreed.

Ed's arrival, as always, cwith darkness. It made Grace unconsciously think of that cave from her dream.

It was 9:00 pm, and the house lights were off. She was leaning against the bed, hearing only the faint sounds of movement from the living room. When he entered, a warm aroma of risotto accompanied him. He scooped up srisotto and gently brought it to her lips.

Grace had only told him she wasn't feeling well and not the specifics. Yet Ed immediately started cooking and taking care of her, making her heart feel a rare warmth.

She wasn't very hungry. After taking a bite, she suddenly spoke up. "I had a dream... I dreamed that I was stuck in a cave with a boy. He was dying, and I bit my own wrist to feed him with my blood." Before she could continue further, she heard the spoon fall onto the plate.

The room was shrouded in darkness. Grace pursed her lips and reached out to grasp his hand.

"Are you... that boy?" His fingers trembled slightly, trying to pull away.

Grace tightened her grip, intertwining her fingers with his, not allowing him to escape. "Ed, was it you?" She couldn't see the boy's face from her dream, but she vaguely remembered his bright, crystal-clear eyes. They were like a stray yearning to be taken home.

She could feel how stiff Ed's body had become. Realizing she might be forcing him, she sighed softly and said 'If you don't want to talkabout it you don't have to." Everyone had their secrets.

"It was me." His voice was very low, almost a whisper. Normally, when he spoke to her, he'd deliberately lower his voice, making it sound muffled and pitiful.

Grace's heart skipped a beat. She had only been guessing blindly. She hadn't expected it to really be him.

In the dream, the boy had been gravely injured. If it weren't for her feeding him blood, he might not have survived.

"You were badly hurt then. How did you end up in that cave?" The dream had been fragmented. She had no memory of how she got there, so she could only ask the person who might know.

Ed slowly stirred the risotto, and his emotions gradually calmed down. "I was thrown in there. They meant to leaveto die, but I met you."

"So that means... I'm your savior, huh?" She meant it as a joke to m lighten up the mood, but he stopped responding. Afraid that she had touched a painful memory, ne Grace hurriedly changed the subject. "I'm a little hungry. I wanna have a bit more." His reaction seemed slow, but then he suddenly responded, "You are my savior. I've liked you since then."

Grace almost choked on the risotto, coughing violently. It took severan minutes of him patting her back before she finally recovered. No wonder he was so attached to her. So, there was a bond between them that she had never even realized.

In his most desperate moment, he had met her, and she had kept him alive with her own blood. Even though she had later hurt him deeply, that day had left an indelible mark on his heart.

to' Grace was suddenly at a loss. After all, she had completely forgotten about the incident.

If it hadn't been for the recent beating that triggered sburied buriedmemories, she might never have remembered this incident in her entire life.