Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 389

"What gives him the right?"

Grace finished her sentence, her expression blank, though her lips trembled slightly.

"You're right."

Damien leaned down and planted a firm kiss on her smooth forehead. "Our Grace is a priceless treasure. Looking at trash like that for even a second will dirty your eyes."

"From now on, your only family is me, and Grandma, and our..."

He trailed off, stopping himself.

Damien had publicly announced that he would not have any heirs to shut down the rumors of illegitimate children and to show his determination to marry only her.

But in truth, his heart yearned for a child that belonged to them.

Grace understood his unfinished sentence.

She looked up at him.

"Damien."

"Hmm?"

"When all of this is over, when we've figured out what's going on with that hidden family..."

Grace paused, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Let's have a child."

Damien froze.

The man who was usually unshakeable, whose composure was as solid as iron, was now staring at Grace like a dumbstruck teenager.

"Are you serious?"

His voice was tight, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"What? Is Mr. Clarke unwilling?" Grace asked, feigning a stern expression.

"I am! Of course I am!"

He suddenly cupped the back of her head and kissed her fiercely.

The rain outside grew heavier, but inside the villa, it was warm.

The old shadows would eventually be scattered by this fervent love.

Dorian's eyes reddened.

With trembling hands, he picked up the ultrasound photo.

It was a black-and-white, blurry image, barely recognizable as a human form.

But on the back of the photo, written in delicate, neat script, were the words:

"My baby girl, Mommy loves you. —Winter, 199X"

That... was Grace.

So, Grace had been eagerly awaited when she came into this world.

So, his father hadn't been so cold-blooded from the very beginning.

If that was the case, then was everything that came after a misunderstanding? Was it the pressures of life that had turned his father into the man he became?

Dorian sniffled, his gaze falling on a small note tucked in the corner.

The note was attached to the rusty key.