Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 272

“What are you doing here?” Grace’s voice was cold.

Right now, she was an avenger covered in filth. She didn’t deserve to, nor could she, have anything to do with him.

Damien took a deep breath. He wanted to step closer, but her icy gaze pinned him to the spot.

“I know you’re investigating that case, but…” Damien’s voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of cautious pleading. “It’s late. It’s not safe out here.”

“Are you following me, Mr. Clarke?”

Grace laughed softly.

The stubbornness that came from the very core of her being stung Damien’s heart.

“I was just worried about you.” Damien lowered his head. “Grace, stop investigating. Whatever truth you want, I’ll find it for you. Whoever you want dead, I’ll do it myself. Just stop torturing yourself, please?”

Seeing him like this, Grace felt a lump form in her throat.

Two weeks ago, she would have thought he was shedding crocodile tears.

But now, she only felt a deep sadness.

He didn’t know anything, yet for her sake, he was willing to point a knife at his own family.

“Damien.”

Grace said his name.

Damien looked up, a flicker of hope in his eyes.

“Go home.”

Those two words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing all his hope.

Grace turned and began walking back to the car.

“Grace!” Damien couldn’t hold back any longer. He rushed forward and grabbed her wrist.

His hand was burning hot, so hot it made Grace flinch.

“Don’t push me away.” Damien’s eyes were red, his voice thick with desperation. “I know you hate me, you hate the Clarke family. You can hit me, yell at me, whatever you want, just don’t carry this alone. Look at you, you’re so thin a gust of wind could blow you away. How much more can you take?”

“Let go.” Grace didn’t turn around.

“I won’t!” Damien was as stubborn as a child. “Gavin Clarke is a vicious, ruthless man. You can’t win against him! Let me help you. Just… just think of it as me atoning for my sins, okay?”

With that, she opened the car door and got in.

“Drive.”

Elliot gave Damien one last, deep look as he stood alone in the wind, then stepped on the gas, and the car sped away.

In the rearview mirror, the tall figure grew smaller and smaller, eventually melting into the endless night, but he never moved from his spot.

Grace leaned back against the seat, and the tears finally broke through.

She covered her mouth, trying to stifle her sobs, letting the tears soak the collar of her shirt.

I’m sorry, Damien.

Just wait for me a little longer.

Wait until I can bring back the untarnished Grace.

Even if I’m covered in scars by then, even if you don’t love me anymore.

I have to give you a clean slate.