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!”

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