Chapter 73 The pill slid down her throat, but Grace barely had the strength to react. She slumped against the couch, drenched in sweat. She was exhausted. She wanted to tell Erhan that she wouldn't be able to cook for him tonight or go out to eat. But no words came out. Faint, fragmented memories flickered through her mind. Her period had always been this painfully unbearable. The only difference was that back then, she endured it alone.

She would curl up on the couch and quietly wait for the pain to pass. At this moment, she could feel just how much she was sweating. Then, something cool pressed against her forehead. It was a damp towel. Her body, weak and exhausted, instinctively leaned into the cold touch. She reached up, her fingers brushing against his hand as it wiped her face. Slowly, she nestled into his palm. Ethan held the wet tissue in his hand but didn't pull away. Her face was pale.

Whenever she felt weak, she tended to cling to someone. But once she recovered, she always distanced herself again. He slowly uncurled his fingers, his palm cupping the side of her face. She stayed like that for five minutes, rubbing against his touch before finally retreating. Cihan stood to turn on the air conditioning, but her hand caught his wrist. Her consciousness was slipping, and even her fingertips were damp from sweat. He glanced down and reassured her.

"I'm not leaving." He gave her a comforting pat before Grace loosened her grip. Then, she drifted off to sleep. Ethan closed the window, leaving only the curtains open to allow the faintest breeze in. The temperature in the room slowly dropped. He walked over to a cabinet, pulled out a blanket, and draped it over her. Just as he was about to sit back down, someone knocked on the door. It was Tim. "Mr.

Henderson, the meeting starts in 10 minutes." He had originally planned to have dinner here, but things had long since gone off schedule. Tonight's meeting wasn't just any meeting - it was with international executives. Ethan didn't hesitate. "Bring my laptop inside. And the Bluetooth headset." Tim quickly complied, setting up the laptop nearby. Ethan put on the headset and began the meeting right there. Tim waited outside just in case.

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The moment the meeting started, the other executives noticed something strange. Ethan's voice was unusually low, almost a whisper. They had to strain to hear him, but no one dared to ask him to speak louder. The meeting was halfway through when another knock echoed through the apartment. This time, it was Yancey. He didn't bother to be polite and pounded on Grace's door. Everyone in the meeting heard it, but no one dared to question it. They all pretended to ignore it.

Ethan's brows were furrowed. Then, he heard Yancey's voice bellowing from the hallway. "Grace, who the hell allowed you to transfer departments? You didn't even discuss it with me first? You're really getting out of control!" He had thought that if he promoted Grace to manager, she would beg for his approval. Instead, she had quit without a word. How was he supposed to keep her under his thumb?

"Grace, get out here and explain yourself." Ethan calmly reached for his phone and dialed Yancey's number. Yancey took a moment, thinking he must have misheard. Ethan had never personally called him before - let alone about work. Although he was an arrogant man, he was fully aware that his position at Henderson Group had nothing to do with talent and everything to do with his last name. He never had to work at all. Yet here was Ethan, challenging him to stay late.

He couldn't help but feel upset. "Do you know that Grace transferred departments?" Yancey asked. Yancey clenched his jaw, his hand slowly curling into a fist. Ethan kept one hand on the keyboard, the call still ongoing. The international executives watched in full view of his face. His expression was composed, unreadable. The call ended before Yancey could finish, and he slammed his fist against the door. The noise was loud enough to startle Grace awake.

She stood, slowly pushing herself up from the couch. After the call, the uncomfortable atmosphere had seen everything. Although Ethan remained calm, the tension was palpable. He turned toward Grace and said shortly, "It's nothing. Try to sleep." Grace was too disoriented to protest anything; she simply decided to sleep again. Grace's body burned from embarrassment. She recalled that she had taken a bath before. If Ethan had been the one to clean her up, that meant he had done everything.

Her head buzzed, her mind spiraling in every direction. She couldn't believe that Ethan would actually bathe her and change her clothes. The thought alone made her skin prickle with embarrassment. She wanted to ask but felt too embarrassed to do so.