True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

Chapter 142

When the door opened, Heinz Jones saw her in a large white bathrobe.

Grace Smith stood at the door. The white bathrobe was very long as it was originally his. Her whole

body was wrapped in the bathrobe, only her feet were exposed.

Her feet were small and white. Even her toes were small and cute. Each of them was as round as a

pearl.

Heinz's eyes tighten when Grace step on the ground. He realized that there were no shoes for her.

There was no suitable slippers in his bathroom.

Heinz looked up and met her face.

At this time, Grace's face was blushing and her lips had been bitten into a mess, but her eyes were

clear.

It seemed that the effect of the drug had been controlled.

Seeing Heinz at the door, Grace paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Mr. Jones, I'm fine now.

Thank you for saving me."

In any case, without this man, she would not have escaped easily today.

Her gratitude towards him was beyond words.

Heinz frowned and narrowed his eyes.

She would rather bite her lips than ask him for help after suffering so much.

Heinz wanted her to think about it carefully. But the result was not what he wanted.

His eyes flickered violently several times. He looked at her and said, "Are you sure you're fine?"

His voice was very hoarse, deep and charming, and it sounded so sexy.

Taking a deep breath, Grace nodded and said, "Yes, I'm okay now."

She overcame it, and the cold water brought away the heat and brought back the rationality in her.

Right now, she felt very calm.

In the face of Heinz's sceptical eyes, she smiled slightly and said, "I'm really fine now."

Heinz nodded, a trace of disappointment flashing across his heart. "It's good that you're fine now. Take

a rest. Your clothes will be returned to you later." "I'll sort it out. You can go," She smiled and turned

back to the bathroom.

Looking at her slender back wrapped in the huge bathrobe, Heinz felt a little sad.

"I'll let the servants clean up later," he ordered in a deep voice.

"No, my undergarments are in here. I better clean up myself," Grace said without looking back.

Heinz paused, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

Suddenly, he strode toward the bathroom and stood behind her in a flash.

When Grace put away her clothes, Heinz was already in front of her.

She was shocked, and her clothes fell off her hand and fell on the floor again.

He grabbed her hands. The next second, he held her arms and put her on the table beside the sink.

Grace sat on the table and looked up subconsciously.

Heinz stood in front of her with a gloomy face. He held her chin with his big hand and lifted her up with

obvious anger in his eyes.

Was he angry?

Grace was stunned. "Mr. Jones, you-"

"I've told you that I will ask the servants to clean it up. You can rest now," he said in a deep voice, with

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Grace was stunned. Feeling Heinz's anger, she pursed her lips.

When Heinz saw her pursing her lips again, which were already torn apart, he was even more

annoyed.

He put more strength into his fingers and said angrily, "You are always disobedient. You have suffered

once, but you don't know how to cherish your future. I've stopped you from cleaning but you still wanted

to do so. Do you like to go against my words?"

Grace fell silent.

Go against him?

She didn't mean that. She just felt that he was already in trouble because of her. She did not want to

bother him more. Not to mention her underwear was in there too. She hoped that she could clean it up

herself.

After a while, Grace said, "Mr. Jones, I just wanted to tidy up my clothes. I'm afraid it's inconvenient to

let others help."

Heinz looked at her gloomily.

Grace pulled her lips and gave him a grateful smile. "Thank you very much, Mr. Jones. This time, I

sincerely thank you. Without you, I may have been very miserable now. I'm afraid that I don't have the

courage to stand in front of you anymore if you wasn't there. I really cherish my life now."

Because she knew that she could not afford to die.

She still had a son.

Therefore, she cherished her life.

When he heard her speaking to him in such a tone, Heinz's entire body turned cold.

Her tone was sincere, gentle, low- pitched, and restrained.

In short, it was very complicated.

He stared at her for a while without saying anything.

Grace was trapped on the table. She couldn't walk or move. Her body was stiff.

She took a breath and said, "Mr. Jones, please put me down."

Her nose was a little hot.

Especially when she saw him in front of her. His gorgeous body. There was still some effect of the drug

left in her body. Of course, she would not hurt others or herself, but she still felt a little uncomfortable

and flustered.

The more he appeared in front of her, the more uncomfortable she felt.

Seeing her expression change unpredictably, Heinz's expression became playful and there was a hint

of evil in his eyes.

"The effect of the medicine hasn’t completely disappeared, has it?" Heinz asked.

Grace instantly took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Jones, it's okay. I think I'm fine now. Put me down."

Heinz looked at her and asked, "Are you sure?"

Grace nodded seriously. "Yes, Mr. Jones, I'm sure that the effect of the medicine has gone off at least

by 90%."

Hearing this, Heinz raised his eyebrows and asked, "What if the remaining 10% hurts you?"

Grace pursed her lips and said, "It's okay. It won't happen to me. I won't hurt myself."

"What if it hurts another man?" He asked again with a burning look in his eyes.

She was stunned and gritted her teeth, saying, "Don't worry, I won't force myself on another men."

With a cold smile, he suddenly stepped forward and put his hand on her legs. Then he leaned over and

put her between him and the sink.

He smiled, and it was extremely gorgeous.

Grace's heart skipped a beat and she couldn't help but jump up in surprise.

Her eyes were evasive and she did not dare to look into Heinz Jones's dark eyes.

His smile was full of charm. She was afraid that she was not able to control herself that she would push

him down and jump on him again.

She gritted her teeth.

Heinz's eyes changed, it seemed like a flame in his eyes. He said, "Don't bite yourself, just look at me."

"Why, why should I look at you?" She asked in a daze. When she asked so, she felt that she was so

silly.

"What do you think?" He opened his mouth unhurriedly. His voice was soft, raspy, and magnetic. His

tone was soft. "Are you afraid to look at me?"

"I..." Grace was puzzled.

"Are you guilty?" The man raised his voice again and said in a very sexy tone, "Are you afraid that the

10% of drug could still be at work, so you don't dare to look at me?"

Grace was stunned, blushing and embarrassed.

"No, it won't." She opened her mouth again, but her tone was not firm.

Heinz stared at her pink face for a while, and then his thin lips curled up. "What if it will?"

"No, it won't," She immediately retorted.

"Then, should we have a try?" His voice was hoarse.