Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 219

Grace looked at Damien's eyes, red with jealousy.

And suddenly, she understood.

He was jealous.

But...

Grace didn't feel a sense of sweetness, but rather a profound weariness.

A deep sense of exhaustion washed over her.

She thought that after going through a life-and-death situation, they would have had enough trust between them.

"Damien."

Grace's voice was very soft, tinged with helplessness.

"If you really think I'm that kind of person, then why did you save me in the first place?"

After speaking, she bent down, trying to pick up the knife from the floor.

But the injury to her leg made the simple act of squatting incredibly difficult.

Her knee gave way, and she pitched forward.

"Grace!"

Damien panicked.

Ignoring his own injuries, he lunged forward and caught her.

A ripping sound.

The gauze bandage tore.

Blood instantly stained his hospital gown.

"Don't move, don't move!"

Grace was so frantic that tears welled up in her eyes.

"I was wrong."

Damien held her tightly, burying his head in her chest.

His voice was muffled, laced with fear and trembling.

"Grace, I was wrong."

"It's not that I don't trust you. I don't trust myself."

"Look at me now... stuck in bed, I can't even move."

"And that guy... that Ashcombe... he shares memories with you..."

"I'm scared. I'm scared you'll think you chose the wrong man."

The once arrogant and powerful man.

The ruthless Damien.

Was now as vulnerable as a child.

Grace's heart instantly melted.

She reached out, held his head, and gently stroked his short hair.

"You fool. You're the only one for me now."

Her perfectly styled wavy hair had been cut short and was now a messy crop.

Without makeup to cover her face, her sallow complexion and freckles were on full display.

She wore a gray prison uniform, her eyes vacant.

The moment Grace walked in, Maura sat bolt upright, her eyes wide as she stared.

Grace sat down and picked up the receiver.

"I hear you wanted to see me."

Maura stared at the fine quality of Grace's coat, at the priceless necklace around her neck.

It was a gift from Damien.

"Grace, you won."

Maura let out a self-deprecating laugh.

"That idiot Lilian played herself, and she dragged me down with her."

"I really regret not just strangling you back then."

Grace's face was impassive.

"If you only called me here to listen to this nonsense, I can leave."

With that, she moved to hang up the phone.

"Wait!"

Maura panicked, slamming her palm against the glass.