Chapter 173
Seriously? Grace couldn’t understand how Ethan managed to fall asleep so quickly.
Eventually, she could only remain silent. She forced herself to sleep, but it wouldn’t come. As far as she could remember, she’d never shared a bed with a man. And to make matters worse, he was her boss.
Unable to sleep, her thoughts wandered, and a memory surfaced-something she had written in her notebook long ago: “Don’t trust Ethan”.
She turned to study his profile. He was strikingly handsome, with a high nose bridge that cast a perfect shadow. Even up close, his skin was flawless-no pores in sight. She caught herself staring at him for a while, and before she knew it, sleepiness crept in.
It seemed that losing her memory had made Grace unusually carefree. When he heard the soft rhythm of her breathing, Ethan slowly opened his eyes and turned slightly, his gaze fixed on her face.
She had fallen asleep, her expression calm-almost childlike in its innocence. Since losing her memory, her calculating side was gone, and now she seemed harmless.
He lifted his hand and was about to tap her nose but stopped midway, hesitating. After a moment, he sighed quietly, adjusted her blanket, and finally closed his eyes.
That night, Grace had another dream-hazy and indistinct. Voices echoed around her, frantic and urgent, asking her what to do. Even in her sleep, she could feel the tension, the weight of everyone’s expectations pressing down on her.
The pressure jolted her awake. She opened her eyes and locked gazes with Ethan.
He seemed to have slept well last night, looking more refreshed than usual. She let out a quiet sigh of relief, glad to see that, at least, she was still effective as his “sleeping pill”.
She hurried to sit up, forgetting the bandages around her waist, and the sudden move sent her tumbling back down. Luckily, a broad hand caught her, steadying her against his palm. “Thanks,” she muttered.
His touch lingered as Ethan gently pressed on her back before asking, “Feeling better?”
She couldn’t help but feel a little off, like the gesture was just too intimate. But she quickly brushed those thoughts aside, remembering how uncomfortable he had looked when she was on top of him. It made it obvious he wasn’t thinking that way.
It was all Yancey’s fault. If he hadn’t kept blabbering on, she wouldn’t have felt so uneasy just being a little closer to Ethan, overthinking everything. Ethan was just being kind, but here she was, twisting his actions into something inappropriate.
She couldn’t shake the guilt and hated herself for it. Meanwhile, Ethan had already gotten out of bed. He pulled off his pajamas and casually opened the wardrobe.
She was drifting in her thoughts when she suddenly glimpsed his chiseled physique. She froze for a beat, then quickly covered her eyes. “I’m still here, Mr. Henderson. Do you undress out of habit?”
His fingers froze halfway before he mumbled, “Sorry, it slipped my mind.”
She quickly spun around, her face flushing as she heard him getting dressed behind her.