True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

Chapter 153

Grace Smith was embarrassed and awkward. "Since when did I say I did this for you?"

She was ready to go to bed and had changed into her pyjamas, but then he wanted to meet her, she

thought that going down to see him would settle it and she could go back to sleep after a short while.

But she really didn't expect him to behave like this.

Embarrassed, Grace was blushing, but she shouted as if to deny her embarrassment: "You're going

overboard!"

She was so embarrassed that she forgot to continue her sentences. For a moment, she could not think

of any words to describe him.

"I just want to do this so much," he said in a mesmerising tone.

Grace gritted her teeth and said, "You didn't keep your promise."

The man leaned against the wide seat behind his back, still a little taller than her, and he looked down

at her in a condescending manner.

His handsome face was gloomy and he slightly narrowed his eyes, which contained obsidian- like black

irises, that were carrying a seductive gaze.

Grace raised her eyes and stared at him. However, facing such a handsome face and being stared at

by his dark eyes, she could not say anything to protest.

She was captivated by his charm. She had to admit that she was under his spell.

This handsome face, was totally mesmerising to look at.

Especially in such a quiet night, the surroundings were so quiet. The two of them were like people who

deliberately met late at night, doing naughty things.

"It's you who are too tasty." Heinz's hoarse voice was like a cello in the night sky, listening to it would

almost make one swoon.

Grace lowered her head and said, "I'm not food either."

Heinz raised the corner of his mouth and smiled happily. "You're more delicious than food. My stomach

can digest any food, but as a picky person, I don't eat everything I see."

"Who knows if you're telling the truth." Grace frowned and retorted, "Men are all smooth talkers and

can't be trusted."

Her words amused him. "Didn't you get hurt by Simon previously? Since then you can't trust men

anymore?"

"Don't mention that despicable man," Grace said bluntly, "It ruins the mood."

With this, she curled her lips and a dim light flashed in her eyes, she really didn't want to talk about

Simon Brown.

When Heinz saw her expression, the corners of his mouth curled upwards: "No matter what, your

words pleased me. I'm very happy."

Grace put her hand on his shoulder inadvertently. She leaned forward and her face was close to his

chest.

"I really want to go home. It's too late." She yawned and felt very relaxed. Maybe it was because she

was in his grasp. She knew that he wouldn't hurt her, so she could completely relax.

"Go home?" He raised his eyebrows. "I haven't even started yet."

"Your hands are not behaving properly." She complained, his hands were now on her waist and he held

her tighter with his strength.

"My hand was always here," he said flatly, with a hint of restraint in his voice.

Grace trembled and was startled that she immediately sat up straight. She looked up at him, noticed

that his enthusiasm had slowly risen as he sat straight.

"Heinz." She called him.

The man was deeply scrutinising her. He looked at her who was gnashing her teeth and said in a deep

voice, "The look of anger on your face is very beautiful."

"You She was embarrassed. "Are you praising me?”

"I can't restrain myself." He stared into her eyes without blinking. The enthusiasm in his eyes could

burn people into ashes.

"But, it's too late." She looked at him and whispered, "You promised me, it's only a meeting. You're lying

to me now."

"What I said at that time was true, and what I said now is also true." He fixed his sight on her.

"Everything comes spontaneously."

"This is a fallacy." She said.

"You can only blame your cuteness!" He looked at her eyes playfully and lowered his head again. His Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

gaze was getting more intense, and he fiercely wanted to 'taste' her.

Half an hour later.

Grace had no energy left.

He was simply a monster.

She lay on the car seat and could not even blink an eye. She watched as he put her sweater on her.

His head lowered as he looked at her with a playful look.

"Half an hour." Heinz looked at his watch and took a deep breath. "It was within time, albeit a bit faster,

but looking at your expression, I'd say I am not that bad."

"Definitely not what you think." She said weakly in a low voice.

Heinz smiled and said, "I'll drive."

"Send me back quickly." Grace muttered and urged.

"How about going back with me?" he asked.

"No." She shook her head. "I want to go home and sleep."

She was really exhausted. She didn't expect that half an hour would be more torturing than those three

times in the afternoon.

This seemed like a marathon and a sprint. Both of them involves running, but the result was equally

tiring. Even after the sprint was over, you would have no ounce of strength left anymore.

The car drove on the road again, they were ready to return to the Emerald Apartments.

Grace was a little bit relaxed, and the dinner she had eaten just now had probably all been digested.

"I'm a little hungry." She muttered, "At this time, there's probably nothing to buy."

Heinz frowned and looked ahead. He drove the car over. Then he stopped the car, got out and said to

her, "Wait."

Looking out the car window, Grace saw there was a 24-hour restaurant.

She sat up and watched as his tall figure entering the restaurant. There were wrinkles on his shirt and

trousers, it was the result from their earlier 'exercise'.

Even so, he did not appear to be embarrassed at all. He still looked elegant and charming as he

walked.

More than ten minutes later, he carried a big box in his hand. It was a take-away package, and it looked

like a large portion of food.

He opened the car door and put it in the car.

When Grace raised her eyes to look at him, her heart was warm and fluttering fast.

Heinz drove on the road again and soon arrived at the Emerald Apartments.

After the car stopped, he got out of the car and looked inside the car.

"Do you want me to go up with you?" He asked again.

"No." She immediately shook her head. "My little sister is there."

And Little Gary was there.

"But I want to sleep with you," he said.

Grace was astonished. She tidied up her clothes and put on her sweater. When she looked at him

again, she was a little agitated. "Mr. Jones, you broke your promise again."

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. He approached her little face and said word by

word, "Say it again and I won't hold myself back."

Grace took a deep breath, put her arms around his waist, and said with a smile, "Okay, be a good boy,

I'm really tired. You can't finish up all your food just because you've broken fast, okay? Be careful so

you will still have some to feast on later."

"If there is no food, I'll eat you.'¹ He held her in his arms and lowered his head to look at the woman,

there was an implication in his words, "You're so beautiful and tantalising, do I need any other food to

satisfy me?"

Outside the car, she was shackled in his arms, and she was holding his waist. If he did not let her go,

she would be unable to leave.

Grace's hand scratched his waist. It was very firm, and she just caressed it a few times. "Let me go

please, it's so late already."

"If you continue to caress me, it's either I'll follow you to your house, or you will go back to my house

with me to sleep." He teased.

Grace's hand froze and she immediately held it back.

She wanted to withdraw.

He then grasped her, the heat in his palm, was transferred immediately to the back of her hand.

She stiffened and buried her face in his body again. She whispered, "I was wrong. Don't 'punish' me

anymore."