True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

Chapter 93

Heinz Jones was silent. He glanced at her, then he took her hand and pulled her into his embrace.

"How many more men do you need to spy on? Isn't it enough to spy on me?"

Grace Smith was locked in his embrace. She was overcame by his masculine scent, urgent and

desirable. She took a deep breath and retorted, "I enjoyed watching you, but I couldn't get a clear

glimpse of you. I would like to spy on many more."

Heinz Jones narrowed his eyes and his voice became hoarse. "Really? Would you like a better view?"

Grace felt herself tensing up. Of course not.

She was not some maniac.

It was just empty words.

To prevent the conversation from getting even more awkward, she avoided eye contact, concealing her

inner agitation, and stayed calm.

He placed his hand on her chin. "That means a yes." Heinz Jones said earnestly.

"No." Grace denied immediately.

Her face was being held by him, her gaze was so close to him.

They were so close, that he could see her eyes, glistening and sparkling with tears. Her eyelids were

pink and tender, slightly moist.

He furrowed his brows. "No? If you would like to, I would allow you to look at mine, but don't you ever

dream of spying on other men."

She took some small breath and remained silent.

"So?" His voice became more urgent. He must have her answer. "Speak." Heinz Jones said.

"No, who would want to take a look?" Grace said. She quickly took her hand away.

It was futile. He forcefully pulled her waist close to his, and she felt herself on him, too close for

comfort.

He leaned over and whispered, "Next time, you can go to my lounge. There is a bathroom in the

lounge, which you can hide in."

Grace felt herself trembling.

As she looked up, her gaze was locked into his, and she could feel the passion and fire in his eyes.

She felt tension rising in her.

He knew she was not telling the truth, but he wasn't going to punish her for that.

She was grateful for his support. He did not attempt to question her nor judge her, but to be there for

her emotionally.

He might have a million doubts, but he still was there for her unconditionally.

He knew she had been crying, he was aware of Sunny Group, Marry Smith, Simon Brown and all their

connections. He also knew about her questionable past with Simon Brown and saw her behavior

around Marry Smith.

Anyone else would have been bursting with curiosity.

But he wasn't.

The more serious the issue was, the more he faced it with levity.

This man brought out all sorts of emotions in her.

Her mind was swirling with a million thoughts, she could only nod and remain silent.

"Thank you." Grace Smith thanked him.

Her hoarse voice revealed her turbulent emotions. Her eyes felt uncomfortable from crying, and she felt

her disposition weakened.

In a split second, she recovered from her emotions.

As she gazed at him, he noticed that the tragic expression was gone, only a shimmering sparkle

remained in her eyes.

Heinz glanced at her, helped her up, and said, "We still have half an hour of work."

Grace Smith nodded. "Okay, I will head back now."

After work would be better timing.

"Let's go." He said.

He turned around and walked out. She noticed his tall, well built figure and his determined stride.

She followed him, exiting the men's washroom.

She saw a sign at the door." Under maintenance."

She froze, looking involuntarily at him.

Heinz Jones noticed her doubt and spoke directly, "Lester placed this sign here."

She felt a little let down that it was not him.

She thought Heinz Jones was the one who did it.

Grace Smith suddenly realized something. "It was Assistant Lester? Would that mean he saw me going

into the men's washroom?" She asked shockingly.

He raised his eyebrows and nodded. He was smug and taunting. "Yes, so what?"

"Oh!" Grace felt embarrassed.

She started blushing, feeling confused and upset. Seeing Heinz Jones smiled knowingly at her, she felt

irritated and annoyed.

Walking back to the office, Grace could not look at Lester in the eye, she walked pass him quickly with

her head lowered in embarrassment.

She was timidly careful as if a mouse saw a cat.

Heinz Jones couldn't help laughing. He called out to Lester.

"Yes, Mr President." Lester quickly stood up and spoke in a reverent tone, "What do you need from

me?"

"Open up the men's washroom once it has been fixed." He said.

"Yes, Mr President." Lester understood and said, "I will take down the sign."

Grace Smith felt rather ashamed. She still couldn't make eye contact with him.

"Mrs. Brown from Sunny Group said that she would be here after work. Could you check if she has

arrived?" He asked.

"Yes sir." Lester responded.

She was confused. She raised her head, looking at Heinz.

He was already walking back towards the President's office.

She noticed Lester smirking at her slightly. She blushed with embarrassment and left quickly.

After entering the office, she returned to her seat. She glanced at him and said, "Why didn't you ask?"

"About what?" He replied.

Grace Smith hesitated. "About my sister."

"What is there to ask about?" He responded.

Grace felt incredulous. After hesitating for a while, she said, "A lot has happened between us, we are

not in good terms. You might have noticed it."

"Yes, I did." Heinz Jones said. "You're obviously not as manipulative or shrewd as your sister. She

seems to have hidden intentions."

Grace held her head low, curling her lips.

Heinz frowned when he saw her crestfallen expression. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head as she sighed.

Heinz leaned against his chair and looked intently at her. "Grace, do you want to meet your sister?"

"No." Grace Smith shook her head. "I know you are helping me to get out of this situation. You are

aware that I am not interested to meet her." "Avoiding her is not the solution. Believe it or not, your

sister will find a way to meet you tonight, and maybe even ask you for some favors." He commented.

Grace Smith was surprised. "Are you personally acquainted with Marry Smith?"

" No." Heinz said. "I have only met her once or twice. However people in the industry have mentioned

that she can be manipulative and exploitative of the weaknesses of others."

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"In comparison, you are quite different from her."

"I am not manipulative." She retorted.

"I see." Heinz chuckled. "You need to be capable enough to be manipulative."

As Grace pondered on the situation, she questioned Heinz Jones, "When you said Marry Smith would

find a way to meet me tonight, what did you mean by that?"