Chapter 231
Ed seemed to understand what she was trying to say. His grip softened as he gently wiped her clean.
“I like being with you like this,” he murmured.
Grace was completely drained of energy, but she could feel his kiss moving up from her foot. Terrified, she instinctively shifted backward.
“It’s… It’s dirty.”
Who kissed that part after they were done?
But he wasn’t listening. His head remained buried in her.
Grace turned her head away, the sound of his actions ringing clearly in her ears.
Just then, her phone rang. She didn’t want to answer it and didn’t have the energy to do so.
She tried to push him away, but he was too forceful.
The ringing continued, and before she knew it, she had accidentally pressed the answer button.
Yancey’s voice came through the phone, “Grace, where are you? I’ve been ringing your doorbell outside for ages, but no one’s answered. About that accident…”
Grace couldn’t even hear him anymore. She had accidentally answered the call, and she wanted to hang up, but her fingers were limp and unresponsive.
Her toes curled, pressing against Ed’s shoulder. In the dark, every sound seemed amplified.
Her mind was a whirl of confusion—for a brief moment, she thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if they just stayed like this, in the darkness, together.
He seemed to realize that the phone was still connected and took full advantage, his movements growing bolder, almost as though he wanted to melt her into the couch.
A sharp, blinding flash of light cut through her thoughts, and she shuddered in his arms.
“Mm… stop.”
He pulled her closer, gently patting her back as she lay in his arms, gasping for air. Her face was flushed with heat.
She really liked the scent on him, something only he had a faint, elegant floral fragrance.
Meanwhile, Yancey’s voice grew colder, more menacing. “Grace, what are you doing?”
As the chaos in her mind cleared, she reached for the phone, which had somehow ended up somewhere on the couch.
Her throat was hoarse, and she
wanted to make out Ed’s face in the dim light, but he seemed to know what she was thinking. In an instant, he pulled her closer, his chin@esting on her shoulder.
“Don’t look,” he whispered.
Yancey heard the sounds and felt a jolt in his chest. The moment he’d heard those noises, something felt off. He thought maybe he’d misheard, that Grace couldn possibly be with another man.
But now, hearing the unfamiliar voice of a man, he realized just how foolish he’d been.
Anger flooded his body in an instant.
“Are you seeing another man? Grace, how dare you go after another man?”
Grace could barely stand the noise, her brows furrowing. “He’s my boyfriend. I need to hang up now. I’m busy.”
Yancey, blinded by jealousy, couldn’t hold back the cruel words he wanted to throw at her.
“What could you possibly be doing? Are you lying there, letting him have his way with you?”
Grace’s expression darkened, taking a deep breath. “Yes, but that has nothing to do with you.”
“Grace!” Yancey growled.
She hung up the phone, cutting him off.
Yancey was seething with rage, barely holding himself together, He wanted nothing more than to rush to
where Grace was, but he had no idea where she was.
He trembled with anger. After getting back into the car, he slammed his fist onto
the steering wheel, his hands shaking with fury.
“Grace, you bitch!”
But after cursing, he collapsed against the wheel, still seething. Who the hell was she sleeping with?
Could it be Ethan? That seemed impossible. There was no way she’d have accepted him so quickly. She didn’t even like him.
So, who was it? Some random man who had gotten to her first?
Why, when Yancey was fighting tooth and nail with Ethan, was there another man
in the picture? Damn it!
He hit the steering wheel again, his eyes reddening further.
He wiped his face as determination settled in. He would find this man.