True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

Chapter 70

It was warmer in the car than before. She had enough of his rude actions towards her.

Grace frowned. She stretched out her hand and pushed him away. She retreated and accidentally

knocked her back against the steering wheel because her movement was too sudden.

"Ouch—" Grace groaned in pain.

It hurt so much.

"Don't you know this is the driver's seat?" Heinz was very anxious and shouted at her when he saw her

knock onto the steering wheel. The sound of the car horn broke out.

"Thanks to you, Mr. Jones!" Grace Smith roared back, rubbing the back of her waist with her hands,

she was very upset.

Heinz Jones felt a little relieved when she shouted at him but he couldn't help but to mock her again,

"Serves you right. Never struggle whenever I'm kissing you."

"I don't want you to kiss me!" Grace Smith retorted. "Mr. Jones, you are a well-known businessman in

Northern City. Why are you acting like a hooligan towards me?" Grace Smith asked.

Heinz Jones was speechless. "A hooligan?" Heinz Jones asked.

"Isn't it?" Grace Smith looked at him and said, "You are always hugging and kissing me without my

consent."

Heinz Jones's face sunk.

"It's just a natural instinct." Heinz Jones said.

"You're sick," Grace Smith said in a joking manner.

She tried to get off him and move back to the passenger seat.

But Heinz Jones was obviously not satisfied. How could he allow her to go back without any answers?

He pulled her hard and stopped her from getting up from his lap.

Instantly, Grace Smith fell on his lap again.

She shouted angrily, "What the hell do you want?"

Heinz Jones looked at her with perseverance and asked, "Who is more handsome, Jensen Charm or

me?"

"I just replied you a minute before. It's Officer Charm." Grace Smith replied.

Grace Smith just didn't want to admit that he was handsome - because he was so childish!

"Good, very good." Heinz Jones said, he smiled coldly and locked his eyes on her. Suddenly, he came

close to her and said, "Take a closer look and say it again."

Grace Smith was a little annoyed because he had kissed her several times without her consent.

His handsome face looked terrifying, especially when he was staring right onto her face.

"Ahem..." Grace Smith coughed and replied in a sarcastic tone, "You are the most captivating man I

had ever seen in my life. You are even more attractive then Zeus or the Gods in heaven. Officer Charm

is nothing compared to you."

She finished her sentence perfunctorily. Heinz Jones was fuming, as if he wanted to break her neck.

She was stunned. Suddenly, she felt a chill in front of her and found that he had unbuttoned two

buttons on her shirt.

Grace Smith took another deep breath and her heart beat wildly.

She instinctively covered it with her hands.

However, the man grabbed her by the wrist.

He pursed his lips and looked down at her coldly, on her face and also her exposed chest.

Grace Smith saw the lust in his eyes and she was so frightened that she exclaimed, "Who on earth has

given you the consent to act like this? Please watch your actions!"

"Who is more handsome?" Heinz Jones asked stubbornly again. "Tell me seriously." Heinz Jones

added.

Grace Smith knew that she would need to sweet talk him, if not, she would be doomed.

She took a deep breath and lowered her head. She gave in and said, "You're more handsome. There's

no one who can compare to you."

Heinz Jones snorted and said, "That's more like it."

Grace Smith was speechless.

Why would there be such a childish man?

Heinz Jones looked at her frightfully and then released her hand, wanting to button up the shirt for her.

Grace Smith was stupefied. She couldn't understand his actions, so she blurted out, "Please don't do

this."

Heinz Jones's hand stopped. He had intended to button her up, but when he heard her words, he

suddenly stopped and looked up at her.

Grace Smith was so frightened that she just stared at him. His eyes shone brightly in the dimmed light

from the street light. She saw lust in his eyes.

This was some real primitive feelings between men and women.

She protected herself by reaching out her hands.

Heinz Jones pushed her hands away and said, "I was going to help you button up your shirt, but since

you're in such a hurry, I don't mind to look what's underneath your shirt."

"What are you looking at?" Grace Smith asked.

"Let's see if they are real." Heinz Jones said, he glanced at her and looked under her shirt. He raised

his eyebrows and looked at her, asking in a deep voice, "Have you done plastic surgery before?"

Grace Smith's mind felt like exploding.

He kept chattering as if he was here for a blind date. Heinz Jones acted like he was doing the right

thing.

"Get lost." Grace Smith began to curse.

Heinz Jones ignored her and helped to button up her shirt. He could not help but laugh when he saw

her reactions.

Grace Smith's eyes widened. She realized that he knew her limits and knew when to stop teasing her.

The timing was just right.

Grace Smith's felt an unknown affection in her heart.

Heinz Jones tidied up his clothes and surrounded his arms around her waist. He looked at her closely.

Grace Smith clenched her fists. She was angry, nervous, and inexplicably frightened. She could no

longer contain her emotions.

She realized that she was not good enough at defending herself against this man.

Did she really treat him as the father of her child?

What if he wasn't the father of her child?

Even when she was in relationship with Simon Brown, they had not been so intimate as she was with

Heinz Jones. Heinz could make her fall in love with him so easily.

It was obvious, how terrifying Heinz Jones was.

She stared at him with her eyes wide open and her heart was beating rapidly.

Their eyes met. Their feelings for each other, were surging.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

It interrupted the quiet moment.

Grace Smith pushed his hands away and said. "Let go of me."

Heinz Jones patted her and smiled. Calmly, he allowed her to return to her seat.

He picked up the phone and asked in a low voice, "Lester, how's the situation?"

Grace Smith sighed in relief. Luckily Heinz Jones had stopped pushing her boundaries .

"Follow her and time your pace, 9 o'clock." Heinz Jones said, "Keep an eye on the clock. It's better if

it's around 9:05." Heinz Jones added.

It was not until then that Grace Smith realized that he seemed to have included his assistant in this

mission.

Immediately, Grace Smith asked Heinz Jones as he hung up the phone, "Did you ask you assistant to

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