Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 236

"Today is the second day Grace has been at the courtyard house."

Damien adjusted his tie, making up a reason with a perfectly straight face.

"It's an anniversary. It calls for a gift."

Felix was speechless.

Fine.

He would never understand the anniversaries of the rich.

At the jewelry store, Damien chose a pair of earrings.

They were sapphires, like tears from the ocean, and they suited Grace's temperament perfectly.

He tucked the box into his pocket, feeling like a young man in the first flush of love, and got into the car filled with anticipation.

"Back to the courtyard house. Step on it."

The black Maybach weaved through the evening rush-hour traffic.

Damien watched the scenery recede outside the window, his fingers gently stroking the velvet box in his pocket.

He wondered what expression Grace would have when she saw the gift.

Surprise?

Or would she scold him again for spending money recklessly?

Whatever her reaction, he was sure it would be adorable.

He also considered taking her out for French food tonight.

Her grandparents weren't used to Western cuisine, so he could have a chef come to the house to prepare a traditional meal for them.

Then he and Grace could go out and have the world to themselves.

Perfect.

The car turned into a narrow street.

The road here was tight, and the car slowed to a crawl.

But to Damien, the street felt endless.

Finally, the car stopped in front of the crimson gate.

Damien pushed the door open and got out, a smile on his face.

"Grace, I'm home!"

He pushed open the unlocked courtyard gate and strode inside.

But he was not greeted by Grace's gentle smile.

Nor by her grandfather's warm welcome. He was met with silence.

The courtyard was perfectly still.

The clotheslines, which had been full of laundry just yesterday, were now empty.

There was only the sound of the wind.

The smile on Damien's face froze instantly.

A terrible premonition, cold as a snake, slithered up his spine.

He turned and charged into the west room.

His and Grace's bedroom.

The moment he pushed the door open, a cold, empty feeling washed over him.

Damien stood in the doorway, his eyes quickly scanning the room.

It was too tidy.

Like a model showroom.

His gaze finally settled on the nightstand.

There, sitting all alone, was a diamond ring.

It glittered harshly in the fading light of the sunset.

And beside the ring, pinned beneath it, was a single sheet of paper.

Damien felt his blood turn to ice.

He walked over, step by step.

Each footfall felt like stepping on the edge of a knife.

With a trembling hand, he picked up the paper.

[Damien, if there's a next life, let's hope we never meet again.]

Damien's world collapsed.