Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 148

Grace was genuinely exhausted by now. The alcohol was making her drowsy, and she could barely make out what Joanne was saying.

The car soon pulled up in front of her place. Joanne helped her out of the car, and they spotted Yancey waiting outside the neighborhood after a few steps. There were cigarette butts scattered around his feet. He knew Joanne, but not well.

Joanne respectfully greeted him, "Mr. Henderson."

Upon seeing the drunken Grace, Yancey furrowed his brows. "Is she drunk?"

"Yeah."

He immediately flicked his cigarette to the ground and walked toward her.

"I'll help her inside. You can leave now."

Joanne parted her lips but said nothing, obediently handing Grace over to him.

As she watched Yancey take Grace inside, she took a photo with her phone and posted it on her social media.

"The people who are meant to be together will always end up together."

Once the post was up, she returned to her car.

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Meanwhile, Yancey helped Grace to the door of her apartment. He noticed her red, swollen lips as he was about to unlock the door with her fingerprint.

Suddenly, Grace felt herself being dropped to the ground, and before she could react, a bucket of cold water splashed all over her head.

Yancey was holding the bucket, his face all stormy.

Grace furrowed her brows. She was fully awake now and took a deep breath. "What the hell is your problem?"

Only then did she realize she was sitting near her house door, but how did Yancey end up here?

He threw the bucket aside, then leaned down to grab her by the collar. Grace was forcibly pulled up, and her anger flared, but then she heard him ask, "What happened to your mouth?"

His eyes were dark, and the fire burning in them seemed to consume her.

Grace took a deep breath before replying, "Let go."

"I'm asking you, what happened to your mouth?"

"Allergic reaction."

"Grace, we've known each other for so many years, and I had no idea you were allergic to anything. What are you allergic to?"

"Alcohol."

"Huh?"

Yancey couldn't believe his ears, thinking it was the biggest joke he had ever heard. "Do you think I'm a fool? Alcohol allergy? Do you even believe that yourself?"

Grace was genuinely baffled.

Was it really so ridiculous that she had an allergic reaction to alcohol? How else could she explain the sharp, uncomfortable sensation in her mouth?

Yancey suddenly let go of her, and she fell back onto the floor. This time, she was genuinely angry. She braced herself against the nearby wall and stood up.