Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 153

Damien stared blankly at the girl before him, her clear eyes reflecting his own disbelieving face.

She didn’t blame him.

And she said… she loved him too.

In the next second, Damien stood up and pulled Grace into a tight embrace.

“Grace… my Grace…”

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, repeating her name over and over.

Two souls, separated by a decade, were finally holding each other without reservation.

Grace hugged him back and whispered, “Damien, thank you.”

“Thank you for not giving up. And thank you for finding me.”

Damien didn’t speak. He just held her and brought his lips to hers.

It was a demanding, hungry kiss.

He swept her up into his arms and strode toward the bedroom.

“Grace, I’ve waited ten years for this day.”

His voice, thick with desire and a love that had been suppressed for far too long, echoed in her ear.

The bedroom door was kicked shut behind them.

The room was filled with warmth and an intoxicating intimacy.

***

The next day, Grace was woken by the warm sunlight streaming through the window.

She tried to move but felt as if she’d been run over by a truck, her entire body sore and weak.

Her back, especially, felt like it was about to snap.

“You’re awake?”

A voice laced with satisfaction sounded from above her.

Grace opened her eyes and was met with Damien’s impossibly handsome face.

He was lying on his side next to her, propped up on one elbow, watching her intently.

Grace’s face flushed instantly.

Scenes from last night replayed in her mind uncontrollably.

She bit her lip and shot him a glare.

“Damien, are you some kind of demon?”

Damien chuckled deeply.

In the end, Grace was tormented until she had to beg for mercy once again.

But one wave had barely settled before another rose.

Grace had thought Damien's “morning exercise” was the biggest challenge of the day.

That was until the main door, opened respectfully by the butler, welcomed two imposing figures.

The atmosphere in the villa, once filled with romantic ambiguity, instantly dropped to freezing.

It was Damien’s parents.

Harold and Marianne Clarke.

The powerful couple, who lived abroad and controlled half of the Clarke family’s overseas empire, had appeared in the living room without any warning.

Grace was still wearing Damien's oversized white shirt, her bare legs exposed, and her neck still marked with the passionate evidence of last night.

The situation was incredibly awkward.

Damien reacted in a flash, grabbing a blanket from the sofa and wrapping Grace up tightly, leaving only the top of her fluffy head visible.

He frowned, his eyes still holding a trace of lingering desire and annoyance at being interrupted.

“Dad, Mom, why didn’t you give me a heads-up you were coming back?”

Harold snorted, his gaze landing on Grace with undisguised contempt.