Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 375

Ed grabbed Grace's hand and rubbed his cheek softly against her palm. "If only you really forgave me," he mumbled.

Grace helped him up with a furrowed brow. "Ed, your fever is too high. Let me send you to the hospital."

She was worried his fever would fry his brain since he was already talking nonsense.

He leaned into her arms. "I'm not going to the hospital. Grace, this is the 33rd time."

"What?"

She didn't understand his words and became even more worried by the minute. She placed her hand on his forehead to check his temperature again, scared that the fever had made him delirious.

He suddenly grabbed her hand and held it in a tight fist. He placed her hand on his cheek. "It's the number of times you want to kill me."

Grace trembled slightly, and she suddenly smiled. "The fever has gotten the better of you. Go and get some sleep. We need to go to the hospital if you still have a fever after you wake up."

Whether he was willing to let her see his face—he wouldn't have a say by then.

Ed was quiet for a few minutes, finally realizing he wasn't dreaming.

Every time he felt his worst, he would always dream of Grace opening that door and walking into the room. He had dreamed of this so many times that he couldn't differentiate reality from dream.

He closed his eyes as his Adam's apple bobbed. He then said with a hoarse voice, "I'm fine. I was just dreaming."

Grace grabbed a pillow from the side and forced Ed to lie down. "Get some rest."

His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her down to lay with him. "Let's rest together."

The couch was wide enough for Grace to lay beside him. She could even feel the blazing heat radiating from his body.

She couldn't sleep as her mind was filled with Anthony's words. Her hand wandered down, touching the red bead bracelet he was wearing and the ring she gave him.

Ed moved closer to her, embracing her completely in his arms. He sighed and drifted into sleep like that.

He normally treated Grace with great care, never hurting her even if he was having an episode. But now, he gripped her so hard that his fingers even left red marks on her cheeks. It was clear that he was very panicked at this moment.

Ed took out the pill by force, his fingers wet from doing so. His eyes were bloodshot with anger, and he kept glaring at her without a word.

Grace could feel his anger radiating off him and was somewhat confused. "Aren't you the one who told me to swallow it?"

His voice was hoarse, and he cleared his throat as if he was trying to hide something. "Do you know what this is?"

"No."

He stopped talking and instead tightened his fist. The pill turned into powder in his hand.

Ed turned around, his breathing rapid as his emotions were in turmoil. Grace came closer and suddenly gave him a hug.

His chest kept moving with every breath. Her trust felt like a knife driven through his heart—because he knew how despicable he was being.