Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 383

Grace parted her lips to speak but found herself at a loss for words.

Recalling Anthony's advice, she suddenly proposed, "Why don't you move into my building? If you prefer not to see me too often, I can get you the unit above mine. I'm concerned about you living by yourself in that dark place."

Anthony had been right—given his condition, isolation wasn't a good idea.

On the other end, Ed fell silent, as though weighed down by hesitation.

Grace knew she couldn't simply force anyone into anything.

She drew in a deep breath and said, "Forget it. I won't force you if you don't want to. I'll visit more often when I can. But you must promise me—if you're not feeling well, you must take your medication. No more enduring it on your own."

Another long minute of silence followed.

Just when she thought he would end the call, he said quietly, "But I like it when you worry about me."

He enjoyed seeing her helpless, bound by concern for him. The very thought of it seemed enough to make his heart burst.

Grace couldn't comprehend what sort of twisted tendency this was. Hence, she let out a disbelieving laugh. "Does my anxiety turn you on?"

He answered, his voice dropping even lower, "Very much. I like seeing you like this, Grace."

She bit down on her lip, too frustrated to even scold him.

Just how had he developed such a personality?

She suddenly laughed while rubbing her temples. "Fine. Call me when you're sick. I'll come feed you your medicine. Happy now? I've already compromised enough. Don't try to push your luck."

At once, his mood lifted—even his voice seemed to grow lighter, soaring with barely contained joy as he hummed in assent.

After hanging up the phone, she simply flopped onto the bed. Yet not even an hour had passed when her phone rang once more.

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