Demon CEO's Hidden Love: Mr Grayson Stole Me From My Abusive Husband-Chapter 147: I’m Not Going Anywhere

The kiss was slow, and impactful, Thane’s fingers gently massaged the back of her neck, spreading his heat throughout her body.

Brooke parted her lips, allowing Thane slide his tongue into her mouth, sending shivers up her spine. She moaned, when his hot, wet tongue explored the cave of her mouth.

Brooke reached for Thane’s hair but pulled away, however Thane’s other hand guided hers to his hair again, letting her know it was okay.

The sound of their lips locking bounced off the hospital walls.

"Haa." Brooke pulled away for breath, her teary gaze locked on the intense look in Thane’s eyes.

Thane rested his forehead against hers, their noses touching. He reached for the side of her cheek and cupped it, giving it gentle strokes.

"Brooke." He called out.

"Yes?"

"I lo-"

The door busted open, and in came Rosalind, followed strictly by Malcom, walking in on the two.

Brooke sharply pulled away, and turned to the wall, wiping her lips and fixing her hair.

Rosalind and Malcolm exchanged quick glances with each other, their brows equally raised.

"Ahem," Rosalind dry coughed, her vision leveled on Thane’s ruffled hair, an all knowing look graced her eyes. She looked to her husband to say something, but Malcolm couldn’t hide the broad grin on his face.

"What is it?" Thane snapped at them, his eyes narrowed into a glower.

Rosalind elbowed Malcolm’s side, then gestured him with her eyes, egging him on. Malcolm grunted, "Son, we don’t agree with your decision to leave. You just arrived, we should take advantage of-"

"And how did you know I was planning to leave?"

Rosalind scoffed, "Don’t underestimate your mother, Thane. When it comes to you, I’m always one step ahead."

His father chimed, "We are at the advantage here. I spoke to father’s doctor and his health isn’t getting any better, he’ll have at best five years left. Stay back for some time, and secure our family’s spot."

Brooke creased her brows, ’Mr Grayson is sitting in a hospital bed for crying out loud!’ she balled her fists, and bit back the words swelling in her throat.

Thane inhaled sharply, taking in the last expectations he held for his parents, then pushed them out in a long exhale.

"My wife is at a crucial point in her career, I’m going back to support her." He said, referring to Brooke’s role in the movie.

Rosalind clicked her tongue, "She’s your wife, son, I’m sure Brooke knows that supporting you comes first. Besides, it’s not like it’s forever, it’s just five years, she can wait." She said, looking at Brooke.

Brooke parted her lips, "I-"

"You of all people do not have the right to speak to her that way." He shut his mother down, she tried to speak, but rescinded her words, knowing fully well what he was alluding to.

Malcolm frowned, "That’s your mother you’re talking to-"

Thane cut him off, "Do you even care about Matthew?"

His parents knitted their brows, "What does he have to do with any of this?" his father asked.

Thane scoffed, "Forget I said anything."

Brooke parted her lips, "Um-"

His father cut her off, "You are not a child, Thane. Father’s fondness of you could waver at any time, I’m not asking you to like the old man, just play it off for a small amount of time. When he’s gone, you can transfer ownership to me, and carry on with your life."

Brooke tried again, "I think-"

"Let the wealth go to William, to someone just as desperate to kiss the old man’s ass."

"Thane! We did not raise you to speak this way!" Rosalind shouted, a horrified look in her eye.

She turned to Brooke, who hadn’t said a word the whole time. "Is this your doing? What have you been telling my son?!" She demanded loudly.

"No, I’m-"

Maverick emerged from the door, quelling the tension in the room. "Uncle, Aunt, you’re crowding the room. Let’s talk outside."

Malcolm nodded, he wrapped his arm around Rosalind’s waist and guided her outside. Rosalind left, but not without throwing a sharp glare at Brooke, clearly showing her disapproval.

Once they were gone, Maverick said, "Thane, we have something to discuss later, about that thing you had me run tests on." He turned to Brooke and shot her a wink before leaving.

"Um, I’m going to go." Brooke announced, straightening her clothes.

"Stay, I enjoy your company." Thane insisted.

She ran her tongue around her mouth, searching for the words to say. Thane caught the distress in her eyes and let out a sigh.

"Don’t take a word of what they say to heart. We’ll be gone in two days, and won’t have to deal with them." He assured her.

"I don’t think it’s that simple." Brooke delicately said. "Your parents don’t seem like they’ll back down, they might do something to force you to stay."

Thane laughed, causing Brooke to frown. "I’m being serious here! I’m worried about you."

His gaze softened when she said that. He stopped laughing, "You may be the only one who really is."

Brooke sighed, she wanted to tell Thane that he was wrong to think that, but at the same time she felt that he wasn’t too far from the truth.

"Do you know why I never want to be admitted at hospitals?" he asked all of a sudden.

Brooke wheeled over, closing the distance between them. She placed her hand over his, letting him know she was there without having to say a word.

Thane closed and opened his eyes, "You remember when I told you my family isn’t liked, by people of our background?"

Brooke rubbed her thumb across the back of his palm, giving it slow strokes. Although he sounded calm, his fingers hadn’t stopped shaking.

"Well, those people did not just sit on the sidelines and hate from afar. On several occasions, they..." he took a pause, his eyes staring at the door.

He closed his eyes, and spoke slowly, taking each word at a time "On several occasions, while I was admitted at the hospital, they had people infiltrate my hospital room and try to..."

"Thane." Brooke called out to him, pulling him out of his reminiscance.

She locked eyes with him and kissed the back of his palm, "I’m here. I’m not going anywhere."