“Grace, let's go.”
Grace glanced at Marianne’s pale face.
Then she calmly walked out of the private room.
“Damien.”
As they reached the car, Grace suddenly stopped.
“What’s wrong? Were you scared back there?”
Damien looked at her anxiously.
Grace shook her head, then suddenly stood on her tiptoes and gave him a light kiss on the corner of his mouth.
“I’m not that fragile. Thank you.”
Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for showing me that I’m worthy of being loved.
Damien froze for a second before deepening the kiss.
The sunlight stretched their shadows long across the pavement.
Not far away, Marianne stood at the entrance of the club, watching the scene.
The check in her hand was swept away by the wind and fell to the ground.
A passerby stepped on it, leaving it covered in dust.
She wondered, had she really made a mistake?
Her phone suddenly rang. Marianne snapped out of her thoughts, answered the call, and went back into the private room.
In the car.
Damien drove with one hand, holding Grace’s tightly with the other.
“Grace, if anyone ever tries to throw money at you again, you throw your patents right back at them.”
“And if that doesn’t do the trick, I’ll add a couple of gold bars.”
Grace couldn’t help but laugh.
“Mr. Clarke, that’s such a new-money attitude.”
“If it means standing up for you, I’m fine with being new money.”
Damien glanced at the smiling woman in the rearview mirror.
He made a silent vow.
The hardships of the past were over.
For the rest of their lives.
In his world, the only thing that mattered was cherishing her.
The car had just started moving when Damien’s phone rang.
It was the butler from the Clarke family estate.
“Sir, your father has collapsed! He's being taken to First Hospital now!”
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