Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 390

The receptionist continued as she processed their check-in, "There was even a multiple-vehicle collision earlier. The roads will remain closed for the time being."

Grace glanced around the lobby. It was pretty warm and cozy. She could settle for the night in the lobby.

The receptionist seemed to know what she was going to say, and she sighed. "Ms. Lambert, there might even be power outages at night these few days. The temperature in the lobby is definitely going to dip below freezing.

"There's an old type of fireplace in the room that uses wood. It'll be warm."

Now that she had gotten to this point, if Grace remained adamant about refusing to use the room, it would be an insult to Ethan

She snuck a glance at Ethan. He was sitting in the wheelchair, his head slightly tilted, and he looked like he had not noticed everything happening.

She quickly went to push his wheelchair. "Alright. Thanks. We'll be on our way up, then."

When they got into the room, she realized that it was only about 600 square feet. Other than a fireplace, it had only a chair and a bed.

The bathroom was also tiny, measuring only about 21 square feet.

Out of nowhere, she recalled the time she was on the island with Ethan. The bathroom back then was also as tiny as this one, where their shoulders were touching each other's when they washed their hands.

Back on the island, Ethan…

She could not help but remember him losing control. Quickly, she brushed the thoughts aside.

"Mr. Henderson, would you like to wash up first? I'll let my boyfriend know I'm safe."

She walked over to the only chair and took a seat.

The chair was pathetically tiny. Although she had initially wanted to spend the night in it, that seemed impossible now.

Ethan got up slowly, holding onto the wall, looking like he wanted to go to the bathroom.

But he was in an unstable position. He had only taken one step before he stopped for a moment with a frown on his face.

When she saw this, Grace was holding her phone and typing her message for Ed. Immediately, she put her phone down.

"Have your legs not recovered yet?" she asked.

Logically speaking, they should have recovered by now. Why did it seem like his legs were still in a pretty bad shape?

He turned his head aside and supported himself on the wall with one hand. "I've been losing sleep recently and haven't had the time for physiotherapy."

Grace suddenly remembered herself saying before that she would go to Palm Bay frequently and be his personal sleeping pill to repay his kindness.

However, after everything that happened with Jodie, she completely forgot about this, and Ethan had not contacted her either.

She thought that he had already found a way to deal with his insomnia.

She held him up by his arm. She was about to tell him to slow down when he lost his balance entirely in the next second, falling onto her.

Grace fell backward, with her back hitting the wall. Their chests were touching.

She frowned. When she noticed he also looked annoyed, she asked, "Are you okay?"

He gave her a curt answer. "Sorry."

Grace did not know what else to say. For someone high and mighty like Ethan, he probably didn't like showing his vulnerable side in front of outsiders.

"Don't worry about it. I'll help you to the bathroom," Grace said.

The bathroom felt even tinier, with two people squeezing into the tiny space.

She had even helped him with the water tap.

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