True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

Chapter 58

"What's the story?" Heinz Jones was very curious. "You made him fall twice. The whole process must

be very amusing."

Grace Smith didn't ask for credit. She just said calmly, "I used soap water the first time. He didn't

expect it, so he fell down inevitably."

"What about the second time?" Heinz Jones asked again.

"It was still soap water." Grace Smith said nonchalantly, "After the first lesson, he thought no one would

take action so quickly. That's how I tricked him again."

Heinz Jones was astounded at her honesty. He turned around slightly and looked at Grace Smith, then

narrowed his eyes at the woman in front of him.

Grace Smith's stared back brazenly.

"Why did you cause him to fall?" Heinz Jones continued to ask.

"He's an a*shole," Grace Smith blurted out.

Heinz Jones raised his eyebrows and said, "Why didn't you admit it in front of everyone?"

"I'm not a saint, why should I admit it?" Grace Smith retorted frankly, "Besides, a villain should be

treated the way he treats others."

"He still suspects you." Heinz Jones reminded her, "The slap you got just now was not a loss then." As

she recalled the slap, her face still felt a little pain. The skin on her face was stinging.

Grace Smith's eyes turned cold when she heard that. "Thank you for coming to my aid in time, Mr.

Jones."

"How about you treat me to dinner?" asked Heinz Jones.

Grace Smith was stunned. He did it on purpose, but she did not refuse. "Well, as long as you are fine

with it, we can have some Chinese food. There's one at the exit of the opposite alley that I can afford. I

can buy you dinner, but do you dare eat it, Mr. Jones?"

"Haha." Heinz Jones suddenly burst into laughter. He was exceptionally happy.

Grace Smith had never seen him burst out laughing before. He looked so handsome. Under the

sunset, his face became more angular, shining enchantingly in the golden light.

She was slightly embarrassed by his laughter, but did not say anything.

Lester also tried to hold back his laughter. He wanted to laugh, but he did not dare to.

Heinz Jones looked at her, stopped smiling, and lazily raised the corner of his mouth. When he looked

at the clear red and swollen palm print on her face, he narrowed his eyes.

"Grace, if I'm not here and no one wanted to help you out, what will you do?"

"Call the police," She said.

"Call the police?" Heinz Jones noticed her nonchalant tone and said, "It seems that you had a plan.

You can still get away easily even if I'm not here ." "Mm." Grace Smith nodded, "Yes, but thanks to you,

it caused me less trouble."

"Shouldn't you thank me then?" He asked.

"I've already shown you my thanks." She replied.

"It's not sincere enough!" He answered.

Grace Smith's long eyelashes trembled slightly, covering the emotions in her eyes.

"Mr. Jones, you've helped me out of a predicament, but you also dragged me into a whirlpool, making it

seem like we have a relationship. I don't care much about my reputation, but I am a woman too."

She need not explain much. He should understand.

Heinz Jones was startled and then laughed again.

This time, even Lester was dumbfounded.

"What was the president laughing about?" Lester thought.

"Let's go, get on the car." Heinz Jones held Grace Smith in his arms and walked into the car.

When the car started, he stopped smiling.

"Grace Smith, you're just pretending to be a good girl after taking advantage of me." Heinz Jones said.

"Mr. Jones, you pretended to be a gentleman after taking advantage of me!" Grace Smith calmly raised

the corner of her lips and said," We're equals."

"Ha ha ha."

In the car, Heinz Jones was smiling brightly.

Grace Smith thought, "What's so funny? The way he smiled and how his handsome face bounced is

too much!"

She turned her face away and looked out of the window. Her vision was clear.

Soon, they arrived at the private room of a restaurant.

After they entered the room, they ordered some food. Only two of them were present in the room.

Glancing at Grace Smiths face, Heinz Jones asked in a deep voice, "Does your face still hurt?"

"Yes." Grace Smith nodded and moved her cheeks. She grimaced in pain and said, "It hurts."

Men were stronger than women, so of course, it hurt.

However, when she thought about Lorenzo Chen's face getting beaten up by a man, she felt better and

laughed.

Heinz Jones frowned and said, "Since it hurts, why are you still laughing?"

"Of course I'll laugh. Lorenzo Chen will hurt more than I do." Grace Smith said, "Mr. Lester is very

strong and beat that a*shole hard. I can't help laughing when I think of Lorenzo Chen's awkward face."

Heinz Jones was shocked again.

He knitted his brows - this woman's mind was unusual.

"Do you still have the leisure to think about this?" He took off his blazer, undid his tie, unfastened two

buttons of his shirt, and sighed in relief. Then he approached Grace Smith.

He looked less serious when he took off his blazer and only wore his shirt, but there was more

debauchery in him.

Her eyes widened and she said. "Why are you taking off your clothes?"

Heinz Jones said, "I'm hot. What do you think I’m going to do?"

"OK!” Grace Smith felt embarrassed. "Nothing."

"Tsk—" Heinz Jones sneered, "Grace, why is your thought different from others?"

"I'm ordinary. What's the difference?" Grace Smith said without taking it seriously.

Heinz Jones came to her side, pulled a chair over, and sat down. Facing her, he frowned and asked,

"How's your face?"

"It's getting sore." Grace Smith seemed to detect the concern in his eyes.

Her heart suddenly skipped a beat. She had a strange feeling.

"Huff!" Suddenly Heinz Jones held her injured face and blew on it.

The hot air blew over gently and soothed the pain on her face like a cool breeze.

Perhaps it was because he was so gentle that she stopped feeling embarrassed.

"Phew!" Heinz Jones gently blew a few more times.

His breath was like an anesthetic, numbing Grace Smith's nerves.

It felt itchy now.

She was stunned.

"Does it still hurt?" She heard his magnetic and hoarse voice, full of affection.

Grace Smith's heart softened. Childhood scenes flashed before her. Whenever she fell or injured

herself, she would be comforted by her mother.

Heinz Jones had reminded her of her mother's love.

For a moment, she was lost in thought.

When she came to her senses again, she suddenly found that the man was looking at her with a cold

face and a frown. His concern for her, was obvious.

"What are you thinking about?" Heinz Jones asked. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

"My mom!" Grace Smith replied.

Heinz Jones was confused. "Missing your mother?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Grace Smith explained seriously, "You acted like my mother just now.”

Heinz Jones had an impulse to strangle her to death. He gritted his teeth and said, "You naughty

woman."