Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 499

Ethan held the marriage certificate in his hands, inspecting it closely for a few minutes. In the photo that was also handed to him, his lips were barely lifted into a smile while Grace was frowning.

He didn't keep his attention on the photo for long. He kept glancing at the names on the certificate.

The staff member stood in front of him, nervously dabbing the sweat on his forehead with a tissue. "Is everything to your liking, Mr. Henderson?" he asked.

Ethan lowered his gaze, murmuring a soft hum.

The staff member let out a sigh of relief. His satisfaction was all that mattered. The staff member just wanted this to be over. His legs felt like they might buckle from the tension.

Ethan tucked the marriage certificate away and finally glanced at Grace.

"Let's go home."

Grace stayed where she was, frozen in disbelief. Who could've imagined she would be getting married so soon?

Ethan, now at the door, spoke again with a soft yet distant voice.

"We're heading back, Grace."

She finally snapped back to reality and quietly followed him.

The black-suited bodyguards were still lined up outside. As soon as they saw the couple come out, they stepped aside in a practiced formation.

But none of it felt real to Grace. Her legs were unbearably heavy, and each step she took was a quiet struggle. She sat in the car with her head lowered, keeping silent. As they neared Palm Bay again, she finally spoke.

"Are you planning to keep me locked in the villa forever, Mr. Henderson?"

"Just until you behave."

The words were delivered lightly, but they hit her like a crushing weight.

Ethan wasn't just serious; he was dead serious.

Grace's face turned even paler. This was the first time she had no idea how she should respond.

After getting out of the car, she drifted into the living area. The villa was bustling again. Maids were moving about, preparing dinner. When they saw her, they greeted her respectfully, "Welcome back, Mrs. Henderson."

Her steps faltered. The absurdity of it all hit her like a wave.

She sank into the couch, watching as a maid approached her and poured her a cup of warm jasmine tea. "Mrs. Henderson, let us know if there's anything you'd like to eat. Oh, and the fruits in the fridge were all flown in today."

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