True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

Chapter 238

"How dare you boss me around after asking for my help? Don't you think you've gone too far?” Grace

stood on the stairs, waving the belt in her hand while she let out a whistle. Obviously, she wasn't in a

hurry.

Her whistle sounded sarcastic.

Upon seeing this, an evil idea came across Heinz's mind.

He narrowed his eyes to fix his eyes on Grace. Then, he said, "Well, I guess I won't have to wear the

pants anymore, since you don't want to give me the belt."

He was about to take his pants off as soon as he had just finished speaking.

Grace didn't expect for him to be so shameless all of a sudden. "What are you doing?"

"You're not going to give me the belt, you're even whistling at me. Isn't this what you're asking for?"

"Since when?” Grace shouted, "Stop! Heinz, did you hear me?"

Heinz swept a glance across her face and said, "Very well, I haven't enjoyed myself to the fullest

anyways. Let's continue playing till it's nine o'clock."

Leaving this sentence behind, he walked upstairs immediately.

Grace was shivering with fear. She rushed down the stairs while screaming, "Don't come any closer.

Heinz, your grandfather might be here at any time."

She shoved the belt into his hand hastily, escaping far away from him. She didn't want to look at him.

Heinz snorted and said, "You should bear the consequences if you dared to provoke me!"

Grace turned her back to him, trying to hide her blushing face.

Although she had seen him naked so many times, she still wasn't at the level where she could remain

calm seeing him like that.

Heinz put on the belt and tidied his clothes when he saw Grace falling into silence. After he was done,

he realized that Grace still had her back to him.

He said, "Why aren't you talking?"

"Are you done yet?"

"No."

"Don't talk to me if you're not done yet," she said immediately. At the thought of what he looked like just

now, she couldn't help blushing.

He was obviously doing it on purpose.

On usual days, he was a handsome guy who did not lust after women. How could he behave in this

way now? It was as if he had two personalities.

She took a deep breath.

Heinz had already walked to her front, and Grace closed her eyes immediately when his shoes entered

her vision.

Heinz snorted again. "Why don't you just take a look." "I don't want to." She said.

He found this scene somewhat amusing. It wasn't their first time having sex anymore, why would she

still be shy? Plus, he had already tidied his clothes, but Grace still dared not look at him.

Heinz couldn't help but laugh when he saw Grace lowering her head with her eyes squinted shut.

She opened one eye to see that he had finally put on his pants. Upon seeing this, she breathed a sigh

of relief.

She lifted her gaze up to see his handsome face. He was laughing at her in amusement.

Grace was a little annoyed. She reached out her hand to shove his chest, but he quickly grabbed her

wrist tightly.

"Let's go. I'll take you to the top of the mountain to have a look."

Grace stiffened. "Now?"

"Yes."

"What are we going to do on the mountain at this hour?"

"You were right. My grandfather might be on his way now. How could I give him any chance to taunt

you?"

Grace paused for a moment. Then, she laughed and said, "Who exactly is the taunting one? Him, or

you, huh?"

"I don't want to see him. At such an age, he still doesn't understand the way of life." He said bluntly.

"What makes you say so?" "Why should he poke his nose into his grandson's business?"

"Just because he has the surname Jones?” Heinz continued.

Grace smiled helplessly. "But, he's still your grandfather, after all. If you talked back at him like that, he

would lose his pride."

"So what? What he did was really unreasonable, and he still wants me to deal with it? No way." Heinz

said frankly.

Grace was completely speechless.

"So do you want to go or not?"

She thought for a moment before nodding. "Okay, it seems that I have no choice but to go with you for

a ride."

"What do you mean, you have no choice?" Heinz snorted.

She laughed again.

He held her hand firmly, grabbing two coats for themselves. Then, they walked into the garage and

drove the car away together.

The butler sent them off at the entrance.

Heinz lowered the car window to say something before leaving.

A black minivan entered the courtyard of the villa five minutes after they'd left.

The car door was opened first. Then, an old man with a walking stick got out of the car.

He struck the ground with his walking stick mightily as he shouted in a dignified voice, "Heinz Jones!

You little bast*rd! Come out now with your indecent woman."

The butler stood there respectfully and said, "Old Master, please go back now. Mr. Jones has just left."

"Left? To where?" The old man was consumed by anger.

"I have no idea, sir."

"Did he leave because he knew I would come?" The old man doubted such a possibility.

The butler replied, "Yes, Old Master. Mr. Jones left you a message."

"It must be something bad. He's just trying to piss me off." The old man snorted.

The butler was put into an awkward situation. However, he still passed over the message, "Mr. Jones

wanted me to ask you what is the surname of the person who owns this villa? And also, what is your

surname?"

The old man got even angrier. "That little bast*rd!"

"Mr. Jones even asked you to marry Claris since you liked her so much. He doesn't mind having a

young grandmother as long as she treats you well. He wouldn't mind having another uncle as well."

"Bast*rd! What kind of nonsense is this!" The old man was so furious that he hit the walking stick on the

ground hard.

The butler stood there quietly, not saying anything more.

The old man went straight into the house.

The butler stepped forward to say again, "Mr. Jones has really left. You can go in to have a look if you

don't believe me."

"Who is that woman? Is she an indecent woman?" The old man snorted coldly.

The housekeeper shook his head in reply, "She looked pretty decent."

"Would a decent woman ever come to this house?" The old man asked.

"Miss Hudson came to this house, even claiming to be Mr. Jones's fiance." The butler said.

"Of course she is." The old man said.

The butler remained silent.

"Bast*rd, come out now!" The old man shouted as soon as he just entered the house. However, there

was no response.

He furrowed his brows, "Did they really leave?"

The butler nodded. "Yes, they really left." All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

"Why didn't I see his car when I was on my way here?"

"I'm not sure. Perhaps he drove another car out."

"He would really do anything as long as he wanted to."

"Aren't you the same though?" the butler murmured to himself.

"What did you say?" The old man was consumed by anger after hearing what the butler said,

immediately turning to him in a rage. "I'm asking you, what did you just say?"

The butler didn't say anything more and stood there respectfully.

The old man glanced at the helpless butler, scolding coldly, 'TH fire you if you dare to offend me again."

The butler shut his mouth tight.

"Did you hear me?" The old man questioned again.

However, the butler remained silent.

"Tell that bast*rd to take that woman to see me within one day. Otherwise, I'll have to investigate her

myself..."