True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

Chapter 65

In the evening.

After work, Grace Smith called Alice Smith about arranging transport to pick Little Gary up as she had

to deal with some issues regarding Lorenzo Chen and Lilian Ross.

After weighing the pros and cons, she decided to work with Lilian Ross on this.

In the end, Grace Smith understood that Lorenzo Chen didn't intend to let go of her. The conflict was

inevitable.

Since she was prepared at all time, it was better for her to start the attack. Moreover, Lorenzo Chen

was never a good person, so if she attacked him, he really couldn't blame her.

After finishing her work, Lilian Ross passed Grace a key before she left. "This is the key to my house.

Please arrive at nine o'clock."

"Nine o'clock?" Grace Smith aligned her time with Lilian Ross's watch.

"Yes, nine o'clock." Lilian Ross confirmed. "I'll try to arrange it at the exact time. You can go in at that

time."

Grace Smith nodded. "Okay, then it's settled."

Lilian Ross then left.

Grace Smith packed up her things and followed suit.

As soon as she exited the building, Grace saw a Bentley parked opposite the office. Then, the car door

opened, and a shiny leather shoe stepped on the ground. A slender-figured man came down from the

car.

It was Heinz Jones.

Amidst the setting sun, the tall and gorgeous man walked steadily towards Grace Smith after he closed

the door of the car.

Grace Smith stood there while watching the man approach her briskly.

A breath- taking smile appeared on his face, revealing his dazzling teeth. It was a captivating sight to

behold.

The light of the setting sun also hit the perfect jawline of the man's face, making him to look more

charming.

"Let's have dinner together,” he said.

Grace Smith took a deep breath and looked at the back of his hand subconsciously. She had scratched

and left a wound there yesterday, and they had parted unhappily after.

She said obnoxiously, "You want to have dinner together? Aren't you afraid that I'll scratch your other

hand?"

After hearing this, Heinz raised his eyebrows and said, "Grace, you're a Leo, aren't you? You will either

bite or scratch anyone."

"If so, do you still want to have dinner with me?" Grace Smith retorted faintly.

Heinz Jones paused and smiled. He grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her into his arms, saying,

"I'm born with a desire to conquer.¹'

"Who are you going to conquer?" Grace Smith rolled her eyes.

"Of course it's you." Heinz Jones smiled playfully. He put his slender fingers on her shoulder, stroked it

and said ambiguously, "A wink from a lady is seductive, but when you roll your eyes at me, it will

unintentionally let me believe that you are seducing ~ ¹¹ me.

"Mr. Jones, can you remove your claws from my shoulder?" Grace Smith gritted her teeth and

reminded him, "I'm just outside my office."

"What's the matter with your office?" Heinz Jones didn't care about it at all. He even reached out to

stroke her hair and twisted it around his slender finger. "Everyone already assumes you are my

woman. Why are you making a fuss?"

Grace Smith was speechless.

She looked at him as he leaned on her shoulder. His skin was as delicate as a woman's. His clean

shaven look and devilish smile made him look absolutely irresistible.

"The problem is that I'm not your woman," Grace Smith emphasized. "It doesn't matter what others

would think, but I know what's going on. Mr. Jones, I should know clearly what my position is, shouldn't

I?"

"What are you saying?" His expression deepened, and there was a trace of annoyance in his eyes.

"Just say it directly."

"I know I'm not up to your standards," Grace Smith said in a low voice. "You’re every woman's dream,

here in Northern City."

"I don't need to be your dream." Heinz Jones blinked his eyes and said with a big smile, "I only want to

be your reality!"

"You!" Grace Smith was at a loss for words.

"Don't you worry, I'm serious." Heinz Jones looked at her with his eyes slightly lowered, and he took a

peek at her cleavage.

Grace Smith noticed it. She looked up and saw his glance, and fiercely pushed him away.

"Mr. Jones, where are you looking?" Grace demanded.

Heinz Jones's eyes were deep, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. "There are some

places one would have personally go to, to experience it's true beauty," he said devilishly.

He then gave a knowing glance at her chest.

Grace Smith instantly understood the ulterior meaning behind his words.

D*mn it, this lustful man was going from bad to worse!

It was clear that he was a common pervert, gaping at her chest, but yet he chose to speak so lyrically,

as if he were a gentleman.

Such a disgrace!

Grace Smith narrowed her eyes and said with a chuckle, "Mr. Jones, I'm impressed. You can express

your lust so lyrically." "What's the matter?" Heinz Jones smiled as he asked.

Grace Smith frowned, "You are the epitome of a hooligan!"

Instead of being angry, Heinz Jones laughed loudly. His teeth were as white as snow, a light breeze

blew across them.

All of a sudden, Grace Smith was startled by his laughter. For some reason, her heart beat a lot faster.

She turned her head away.

Heinz Jones once again hugged her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Since you are so daring, why

don't you dare look at me? You will come to me on your own without me asking for it!"

Grace Smith was shocked, but immediately returned to her senses and said sarcastically, "Then I'll

seem to be worthless. I won't do such a thing."

"Let's have dinner together." Heinz Jones whispered in her ear, "I'm hungry."

With Heinz Jones around, she felt that it would be a lot safer, going to Lilian Ross's house in the

evening.

She agreed quickly, "Well, it's my treat. It's a compensation for your wound I caused yesterday." This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Your treat?" Heinz Jones raised his eyebrows. "Forget it. I don't want to eat any spicy food."

Grace Smith burst into laughter. "Spicy food? I didn't say that I'll treat you to spicy food."

"Then what are we going to eat?" "Meat buns!"

"Screw you." Heinz Jones clenched his fist and said, "Remember, from today on, it's my treat whenever

you and I have dinner together. Only men who pay the bill are worthy of being called gentlemen."

"You are not a gentleman at all."

Heinz Jones was not angry. He smiled and said, "A hooligan can also pay the bill."

Grace Smith felt any further explanation wouldn't lead to any benefit. But on the contrary, she did not

want to seem overly insensitive.

"Okay, then go ahead and get the bill!" She shrugged and quietly broke free from his grasp.

Heinz Jones was not angry when she refused to be intimate with him. Instead, there was a look of

admiration his eyes.

A woman who has self-control, was rational and could play as a team, is a woman who could protect

herself. Grace thought.

Heinz Jones blinked his eyes and looked at her quiet face. He spoke in a low voice, "In fact, Grace, the

desire of a man to conquer is more likely to be aroused by a woman who is quiet and reserved."

"Mr. Jones, I agree with you. There's no difference when it comes to men." Grace Smith shrugged her

shoulders and said, "But you - you're very frivolous."