“No need.”
Grace picked up her bag and stood, her back ramrod straight, like a proud swan.
“Miss Cross, that was quite a performance. But next time, remember that this kind of cheap melodrama doesn’t work on me.”
With that, she turned and walked away, her pace brisk. But in the moment she turned, her eyes reddened slightly.
Damien.
You had better have a good explanation for this.
***
Meanwhile, at the distant table.
Damien irritably dodged the wine glass the woman was pushing toward him and said coldly, “Mr. Cross, is this your idea of a ‘professional interpreter’? If the Cross Group only has this kind of employee who throws herself at men, then the acquisition is off the table.”
Leonard Cross looked embarrassed. “Mr. Clarke, Emily is just being foolish, I…”
Just as Damien was about to lose his temper, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure flashing past the entrance.
Was that… Grace?
His heart sank, and he immediately shot to his feet.
“Mr. Clarke?”
Amelia’s cousin immediately reached out to grab Damien’s sleeve.
“Get off me!”
Damien shoved the woman away and chased after Grace.
Just as the elevator doors were about to close, he thrust his hand between them.
The metal doors bounced back with a piercing beep.
Damien rushed inside.
He was known for his unshakable composure, someone who wouldn’t even bat an eye if a deal worth tens of billions was snatched from him.
But at this moment, he was frantic.
She took a wet wipe out of her bag, stood on her tiptoes, and gently wiped the beads of sweat from Damien’s forehead.
“I said, I know.”
Grace tossed the used wipe into the trash can, her tone light. “Amelia’s acting is indeed quite good. If I were the insecure, sensitive twenty-two-year-old Grace, I probably would have run home in tears, locked the door, and waited for you to come break it down with an explanation.”
She paused and chuckled. “But unfortunately for her, the current Grace still has her wits about her.”
“Amelia specifically invited me here and made sure I saw that scene. The woman’s profile was even deliberately made to resemble hers. If I fell for such a low-level provocation, then my years as chief engineer would have been for nothing.”
Damien stared at her, stunned.
A lump formed in his throat.
He had expected her to be angry, to give him the cold shoulder. He was even prepared to be in the doghouse.
But he had never expected her to be so… trusting.
This feeling of being unconditionally trusted was like a wave of warmth that instantly washed away the fear in his heart.

Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back