NovelStartChapter 103 Chapter 103 Ethan was clearly in a bad mood today, wrapped in a heavy, unshakable darkness, He answered with only a vague hum.
Grace was sharp enough to pick up on the shift and didn't dare ask more.
But then, after ten minutes of silence, he spoke up.
"Why'd you stop askingabout it?" The question loomed over her like a guillotine blade, poised to drop without warning.
Grace's throat tightened.
"Was it someone who mattered to you?" Ethan let out another hum.
Resting his chin in his hand, he stared out the window before murmuring, "Yeah.
It wreckedwhen she left." Grace felt unsettled by Ethan right now, but even she couldn't deny that he loved with everything he had.
People liked to say that devotion only cfrom old money, but that wasn't entirely true.
In her world of luxury and indulgence, most trust -fund kids were just in it for the thrill.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGuys like Ethan, who loved this deeply, were rare.
His beloved had been gone for seven years, yet he still visited her grave every year without fail. Even the look on his face bore the weight of it Eleanor must have been something special to be loved and still longed for by him.
Grace kept her mouth shut after that.
She didn't say another word until the car pulled up to Westridge Cemetery.
---- A solemn, imposing structure stood outside the cemetery.
Armed guards were stationed at the gates.
Maybe they recognized the car because the heavy iron doors swung open without hesitation.
Beyond the gates were nothing but endless rows of steps.
Grace had no idea which path led to Eleanor's grave.
Grace had barely pulled into the spot when someone appeared beside the car, politely opening the door.
Ethan sat slumped in his wheelchair, looking completely drained.
His voice was flat as he gave the order.
"Stay here." Grace didn't have the nerve to go after him.
"Got it," she answered quickly.
His eyes lifted to hers, weighed with something heavy and unreadable.
She dropped her gaze instantly, her shoulders tensing as unease settled in Without another word, Ethan slowly turned his wheelchair and headed toward one of the buildings.
Grace didn't let out a breath until he was out of sight, exhaling sharply.
She stayed by the car, watching the minutes crawl by.
Half an hour passed before another car pulled up, and Simon stepped out.
There was nowhere to run, and his eyes landed on her instantly.
He strolled over, his brow arching with a cold edge.
"What brings you here? Finally realized you should've been dead a long tago?" Grace took a few steps back, wasting no tin name-dropping Ethan.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I'm here with Mr.
Henderson.
He's inside." The message was clearback off.
Simonletou m sparp short, giving her a once-over.
"What happened to that backbone of yours? You used to have a mouth on you.
Look at you now.
Terrified, huh?" Grace furrowed her brows.
Plenty of people had hinted at her past how she had like recklessn flirting with death like it was skind of game. Honestly, it was a miracle she was still breathing.
Simon closed the gap between them, his shadow looming over her.
"You'd better pray I never get my hands on you." And just like that, he was gone, vanishing into the building The threat lingered, thick in the air. But Simon was the Yule heir.
The Yules were untouchable, and Grace was in way over her head She could barely handle Alice.
The constant fear of being one wrong move away from the grave left her feeling completely powerless.
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