Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 330

Grace looked at his pale face, and her eyes instantly reddened.

“Damien, you're insane.”

“Yeah, I am.”

Damien looked at her. “But I won, didn't I?”

He could see the pain in her eyes—not the distant politeness from before, but real, tangible affection.

Grace took a deep breath. “Damien, I have something to tell you.”

“If it's about leaving, then shut up,” Damien’s gaze turned cold.

“I'm not leaving.”

Grace gripped his hand tightly. “I'm not leaving. Even if you try to kick me out, I won't go.”

Damien froze.

Happiness came so suddenly he could hardly believe it.

“What… did you say?”

“I said, you're stuck with me now.”

Grace looked him in the eye, speaking each word with care. “I thought about it all night. The first half of my life, I was abandoned and despised. You're the only one who would risk your life for me. Since you saved my life, it belongs to you now.”

“And… these past few months, I was too stuck in my own head. I thought being near you would cause you pain, and I was always wracked with guilt. But the truth is…”

Grace gave a self-deprecating smile. “My so-called guilt was just selfishness. I never even considered facing things together with you. I never considered that you didn't care at all about the outside attacks.”

“I was wrong. I'm the one who… hurt you.”

As she said this, a lump formed in Grace's throat.

If it weren't for what Marianne had said, she'd probably still be trapped in her own twisted logic that “staying away meant protecting you.”

“Maybe I'm not worthy, maybe I am a curse. I don't care. I don't believe in fate anymore. I believe in you.”

Damien stared at her, the ice in his eyes melting into a warm spring.

The Clarke family's vice president, Michael Bradford, was arrested for corporate espionage, illegal possession of a firearm, and attempted murder.

And there was Grace, the project's chief engineer, standing in the spotlight in a white pantsuit, looking confident, poised, and impossibly beautiful.

She used flawless data and hardcore tech to definitively shut down all her critics.

After the press conference, there was a Clarke family dinner.

This was the first time Grace had officially attended as “Damien's wife.”

The old Clarke family estate was brightly lit.

Besides Mr. and Mrs. Clarke, there was also a crowd of extended family—all the aunts, uncles, and cousins.

“Well, well, so this is Grace?” an aunt in a mink coat said with a snide tone. “She's certainly pretty enough. A shame she's a divorcée, though. I heard her last husband was in a coma? How unlucky.”

“Exactly. Our Damien is the prince of the city's elite. He could have any debutante he wants. Why would he pick up someone else's used goods?”

The voices weren't loud, but they were just loud enough for Grace to hear.