Page 103 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

I can’t help but smile. “I know, Ernest. She means everything to me.”

When I return to the room, Grace is standing by the window, looking out into the night, her arms wrapped around herself.

I approach her slowly, slipping my arms around her waist, pulling her back against me.

“We’re safe here,” I murmur. “Ernest is taking extra precautions, and he’s one of the most dependable men I know.”

She leans into me, resting her head against my shoulder.

“Idofeel safe.

I’ve never... never felt so safe anywhere.”

Her voice softens as she looks around.

“And it’s so beautiful here—like something out of a dream.

I almost wish we could stay forever.”

“Maybe we can,” I say, tightening my hold on her. “If that’s what it takes to make you feel safe.”

She turns in my arms, looking up at me, and I see a softness in her eyes that makes my chest ache.

“I don’t want you to put your life on hold for me, Theo. I don’t want this man to have that power.”

“Then let’s take it back,” I say, my voice firm.

“We can make this place ours, Grace. A sanctuary where no one can reach us.”

Just then, there’s a soft knock on the door. It’s Maggie, the housekeeper. Her expression is one of concern mixed with a faint smile.

“Excuse the interruption,” she says, glancing between us.

“Ernest wanted me to remind you, Miss Grace, that he used to be known as quite the... lethal weapon in his day.

Rest assured, he takes his jobveryseriously.”

I raise an eyebrow, shooting Grace a reassuring look. “You’re in good hands,” I tell her with a wink.

Maggie laughs softly. “They used to say he could handle a pistol and a blade better than most trained soldiers.”

She nods to Grace. “So, no need to worry about anything, Miss.”

Grace chuckles softly, a bit of the tension leaving her face as she gives Maggie a grateful smile.

“Thank you, Maggie. And thank Ernest for me, would you?”

“Of course, Miss,” Maggie replies with a warm smile before closing the door.

When we’re alone again, I turn back to Grace, taking her hands in mine.

“See? We’re more than prepared here. You can let your guard down.”

She leans into me, her face softening. “Thank you. It’s all so frustrating, you know?”

“I do know,” I sigh. “I thought we were done with all of this. But now we have proof that he needs more than just a psych hospital. He’s only making our case better for us with his actions.

In the meantime, I’ll make sure Devon is up to date and we’ll involve whoever we need to. He’s not going to find you, and he’s certainly never going to get close to you again.”

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