True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

Chapter 143

"What?" Grace Smith was stunned by his words.

"Let me have a try at it," Heinz Jones said.

Instantly, Grace's mind went blank because of Heinz's words.

Only his voice was so clear to her.

'Til give it a try and see if you can resist the temptation," said Heinz.

"How, how do you want to try it?" Grace muttered in a low voice. After she asked, she blushed.

Her mind was blank, and she felt that she was not acting like her usual self anymore.

Heinz lowered his head and his breath was quickened.

In the next second, Grace was utterly shocked by his actions.

"Mr. Jones—" Grace shivered with fear and stopped his hand.

"Don’t do this," Grace pleaded.

"If I don't do this now, how can you figure out whether you have the ability to resist any temptation or

not?" Heinz spoke in a pompous manner, and his voice was hoarse.

Grace's hand still grasped on to his big hand tightly.

Her palms were sweaty and she pursed her lips while looking helplessly at her bathrobe which was

held tightly by Heinz's big hands.

"Be a good girl for me," He said softly, "Let me try."

Grace was about to cry.

There was no time for her to say anything. He removed her hand and urged her to undress herself.

Grace's heart trembled.

Heinz's deep and low voice sounded beside her ears. "Grace, are you sure that you can resist the

temptation and get home safely today?"

Grace didn't say anything, because Heinz already knew her lying.

She was indeed a little unable to resist Heinz.

She lowered her head and did not look at him. She would not have him see the blush on her face which

reached to the tips of her ears.

"Don't you want to say anything?" Heinz was not given any reply.

Grace was extremely clueless, she really didn't know why he acted in this manner.

She laughed in a self-mocking way and said, "I can do it. Maybe there's still some drug in me, but I will

be able to resist any temptation after a while more."

There was a flash in his eyes. He stepped back and saw the embarrassment and determination on her

face. He could tell her intention was very clear.

His eyes flickered and he pursed his lips. "Do you want me?"

Grace's heart skipped a beat.

Of course, she wanted him.

However, he had a girlfriend now. He said that he would be a gentleman, but now he asked if she

wanted him. What did he mean by that?

Grace took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Jones, more than half of the drug effects have gone now.

Although I still have an uncontrollable reaction to it, I think I will go home. If you are worried that I will

be harmed on the way, you won’t have to."

Heinz frowned and looked at her.

He had already given her such a clear hint, but was she still not willing to accept it?

He stared at her for a while and his thin lips moved slightly. Without saying anything, he let go of her

hand.

"Well, since you're so sure that you are okay, I will not worry about it," Heinz said.

"Pack up your clothes and wash them at home then. I'll ask Lester to take you back," Heinz said again.

After that, Heinz turned and walked out of the bathroom.

She sat on the sink and felt the cold wind blowing, and her legs were a little cold.

She immediately tightened her bathrobe and covered her legs with it. Then she jumped off the sink and

tidied her clothes.

She still insisted on cleaning the bathroom. However, the suit had been soaked. It's probably ruined

now.

It was such a pity for the high-quality suit.

Grace pursed her lips and hung up the suit. Then, she turned around and walked outside.

There was a large bag on the luxurious big bed in the master bedroom. She walked over and saw a set

of women's clothing inside.

She took a deep breath and picked it up. She looked at it for a while and thought it should fit her well.

Seeing that the door was shut, she quickly changed her clothes. From the inner garments to the outer

ones, they all fitted her well.

She put on the clothes and looked at herself.

The clothes were very cute.

The short-sleeved shirt with a lovely bowknot on, and the white trousers made her look like a young

girl. She looked like a lovely teenage girl.

It had been a long time since she wore this type of clothing.

She had given birth to a son at a very young age, and she had been busy since then. She lived a hard

life and she didn't feel like to dress herself up. She hid her lovely side. Now looking at the clothes on

her body, she remembered that she was actually only in her twenties.

Grace put her wet clothes in the bag, folded the bathrobe neatly, and placed it in the bathroom. Then

she turned around and walked downstairs with the bag in her hand.

Heinz sat on the sofa with a gloomy face.

She didn't know what happened to him.

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But she remembered she didn't do anything to make him angry.

"Mr. Jones," Grace walked down the last step of the stairs and stood there.

Heinz raised his head slowly and stared at her with a hint of amazement in his eyes.

It was in this way that she finally looked like a little girl, a lovely little girl.

Heinz's gaze tightened. He turned slightly and said lightly, "Hmm, are you hungry?"

Grace was stunned for a while, and then a sound was heard from her belly.

Even though Grace stood from a few meters away, he still heard the growling of her stomach.

Heinz said, "You can leave after a meal."

"Ah?" Grace was very surprised. Why was he being so kind to her?

"If you don't want to get hypoglycemia later, come and have a meal now," Heinz got up and walked to

the table.

Grace then noticed that there was a partition in the hall and there was the dining area behind it.

She followed him and put the bag at the corner of the sofa.

Heinz had already arrived at the dining table. He sat down and looked up at her.

Grace smiled and said, "Then I'll start eating. I'm really hungry."

It was already noon, and she had not eaten anything yet. She had been traumatised and then took a

cold shower for an hour or two. Now she saw the food on the table, her hunger was stimulated and she

really wanted to eat something.

There were six dishes and a bowl of soup on the table. All the dishes were meat, and the soup was a

seafood broth.

There were two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine.

Heinz poured himself a glass of wine and looked up at her, asking, "Do you want to have some wine?"

"No," She answered quickly.

Drinking could be a problem since she was already drugged. She was afraid that if she got drunk

again, she would cause some trouble.

Seeing her answer like this, his thin lips curled up, but he still poured a glass of wine for her and said,

"Drink some to warm your body. You took a cold shower just now."

"Hmm?" Grace thought about what Heinz said.

"It seems to make sense," Grace thought.

Grace hesitated and said, "Alright, Mr. Jones, you are such a thoughtful person. Then I'll have a drink."

Heinz glanced at her and poured her a glass of wine.

"Thank you," Grace raised her hand. "Mr. Jones, I have to thank you for saving my life. I didn't even

know that you have noticed that I was kidnapped by Lorenzo. Without you, I might have—"

Heinz's gaze fell on her hand.

"All in all, here's a toast to you to show my gratitude to you for saving me,¹' Grace took a gulp of the

wine in one breath.

Heinz also finished his glass of wine. Suddenly, he stood up, walked up to Grace, grabbed her by the

wrist, and dragged her to the sofa.

"Mr. Jones?" Grace was stunned. "What are you trying to do?" She said in a panic.