Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 365

Grace stood in the living room, watching the man in the white coat go into the master bedroom.

She stayed by the door, trying to hear something, but it was silent inside.

A little worried, she sat on the couch and waited ten minutes before the man in the white coat came out. She hurried over to him.

"How's Ed?" she asked.

The man had striking almond-shaped eyes that narrowed slightly when he looked at people, giving him a commanding air.

"He's fine. He's often like this. The medication will help."

Often? It was no wonder some of the things he did seemed so obsessive.

She looked at the case the man was carrying. It was full of medication, probably all for mental health issues.

"Don't these drugs have side effects? Doesn't it make him more anxious?" Grace asked.

The man raised an eyebrow slightly and smiled. "What makes him anxious has never been the side effects. Ms. Lambert, haven't you noticed? You're the best medicine he has."

Grace fell silent. She knew Ed had high expectations of her, but she couldn't reciprocate them, and that was why he was in pain and anxious.

She rubbed her temples, feeling a little defeated. "Are you a doctor? Then maybe you can help me get my memory back. Maybe if I remembered the past, I'd understand why he's so anxious."

"If your memories were restored, would you still look at him the same? That's why he's worried. In your lucid state, you never even acknowledged his existence."

Grace had believed her amnesia fueled Ed's unease, yet his apprehension stemmed from the potential for her memories to resurface at any moment.

Once she remembered the past, this sweet dream would burst like a bubble.

"I..."

She didn't know what to say for a second, only to hear the man say, "He took his meds, and he's out now. You should go be with him, Ms. Lambert."

Grace politely showed the guy out and then opened the bedroom door.

It was pitch black and silent in there—it was as if Ed was always used to being in the dark.

She felt her way to the bed and slid under the covers.

Her hand reached out in the dark, down his arm, until she found the red bead bracelet.

"Okay, I shouldn't have gotten upset with you earlier. Let's at least wait until I'm not so busy to talk about marriage, okay?" she comforted him.

That was her meeting him halfway—she'd already given in a little.

The man's hand gently turned and held hers, but he didn't say anything.

Grace shifted closer to him. "I won't take off this red bead bracelet and keep wearing it. As long as I have it on, it proves I still like you. Even if we fight or argue until we're about to break up—as long as I haven't taken it off, we still have a chance, okay?"

She gave in to him a bit more.

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