Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 53

But Grace was too tired, and her whole body ached. Besides, she was still running a fever, and she couldn't reply to messages at all.

It was already the next day when she woke up, but her high fever had not gone down. The illness hit her suddenly and quickly.

Fortunately, the apples were all sold. After washing up, she opened the door of her room and wanted to go out to grab something to eat.

When she arrived at the restaurant, she saw that Ethan was also there, and his table was full of food.

She was starving. After asking the staff nearby, she learned that she had slept through and missed both breakfast and lunchtime. Now, she could only mooch some food off Ethan shamelessly.

"Mr. Henderson," Grace only called out once, and Ethan seemed to understand her intention immediately.

He tapped the table lightly with his finger and said, "Have a seat."

Grace let out a sigh of relief and smiled at him. "Then, I'll dig in."

She was really hungry, and she had no idea how weak she looked at the moment. Her lips were pale, and she had lost several pounds.

When she finished the last sip of soup, a large hand suddenly landed on her forehead. She froze; it was Ethan's hand.

Even his fingers were cold, and he looked unapproachable. "You have a fever."

He soon withdrew his hand. Grace came to her senses and raised her hand to check her forehead temperature too. "I took an antipyretic, but it didn't work. I'll be fine after going back to take another nap later."

Her voice was hoarse, and she spoke weakly.

Ethan's gaze fell on the side of her neck, where a large patch of bruise had spread from her back. "Are you injured?"

Grace was indeed injured. She was hit by a rake on the first night she arrived in Northbrook. Her back had been stinging for the past few days.

While showering at night, she took a look in the mirror and saw that her entire back was bruised. It was quite terrifying.

"Grace, go back and rest after you're done eating."

"Okay." Grace looked at Ethan's back and suddenly felt that he wasn't as cold as he seemed.

She hadn't had time to go to the hot spring last night. After resting for half an hour post-meal, she took the bathrobe and went to the hot spring recommended by the staff.

It was said that one's skin would become smoother after going to the hot spring here.

If Grace weren't completely naked now, she would have probably greeted him with ease. She was a bit far from where she had gotten into the water. In order to go back to put on her bathrobe, she would have to pass by him.

She didn't dare to move around and sat quietly. Ethan's hair was dripping with water, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Grace shifted to the side, afraid of offending him.

The distance between them was so close that she could even feel his breath. His face and physique were so perfect they seemed almost unreal. Especially in such a misty environment, it was hard for her to look away.

She glanced at him several times, and she only realized that she had been staring at him for a full minute after hearing him ask, "Have you seen enough?"

There was probably nothing more embarrassing than her being naked, so she managed to calm down at this moment. "It's just an appreciation of beauty. Mr. Henderson, you're definitely the most handsome man I've ever seen."

After complimenting him, she suddenly remembered that Ethan was also her superior. She immediately kept silent and lowered her head to look at the water in the spring.

Then, she heard a soft laugh. It was low and gentle, making her ears tingle. She thought it was just her imagination, but when she turned her head, she saw that Ethan was indeed smiling.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and his usually aloof eyes had curved into crescents. Grace looked at him in a daze until a bathrobe was draped over her head.

"It's mine. Put it on for now." Grace was covered by the bathrobe and could only hear his pleasant voice. It turned out that he had seen her without clothes.

Indeed, she had swum past him earlier without realizing it. Her cheeks burned, and she hurriedly put on his bathrobe, tying it tightly with a knot.