Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 192

A vivid red handprint was emblazoned on her face.

Her clothes were torn, and she looked utterly disheveled.

“Grace.”

Damien knelt on one knee, his voice hoarse.

“Don't be afraid. It's me.”

“I'm here.”

Grace's eyes were unfocused.

At the sound of the familiar voice, her eyelashes fluttered.

She slowly lifted her head.

“Damien?”

“It's me.”

Damien's eyes were red-rimmed as he reached out to hold her.

But Grace flinched.

It was an instinctive reaction. The fear of violence.

Damien's hand froze in mid-air.

“It's okay. You're okay now.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat, reached out again, and swept her up into his arms.

The woman in his arms felt as light as a feather.

He strode out, carrying Grace.

“Stop!”

Behind them, Ethan staggered to his feet.

He clutched a shard of broken glass, his eyes wild.

“Put her down! She's mine!”

“Grace! You're mine! Alive or dead, you're mine!”

“You want to leave with this bastard? Over my dead body!”

Ethan screamed and charged at them.

Damien didn't break his stride.

“Mr. Ward.”

Felix reached out with a blank expression, grabbed Ethan's wrist, and twisted it slightly.

“Aah!”

Ethan cried out in pain, and the glass shard fell from his hand.

“I'd advise you not to move.”

Felix adjusted his glasses, his tone icy.

“Mr. Clarke doesn't want to get his hands dirty, but I don't mind.”

“Who the hell do you think you are? You're just a dog, trying to stop me?!” Ethan was breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain, but his mouth was still foul. “Get lost! This is my house! I'll have you arrested for trespassing!”

The officer pointed at the rope and the black hood on the floor.

“You call tying someone up, putting a hood over their head, and trying to force yourself on them a domestic dispute?”

“Mr. Ward, the law isn't written by your family.”

“Take him away!”

Two officers stepped forward and flanked Ethan, hauling him up.

“Let me go! I'm the CEO of the Ward Group! I want to see my lawyer!”

“Damien, you despicable coward! You set me up!”

“Grace, Grace, say something! I did all this for you!”

But Damien, still holding Grace, had already walked out into the curtain of rain.

The rain was pouring.

Felix held a black umbrella, following closely behind them.

Even so, some of the rain still drifted onto them.

Damien shielded Grace in his arms, using his own body to block the wind and rain.

The driver had already opened the car door, and Damien carefully placed her in the back seat.

Inside the car, the heat was on full blast, shutting out the miserable wind and rain.

And shutting out Ethan's nauseating screams.

“Back to the estate,” Damien ordered in a low voice.