True Fated Marriage novel Chapter 104

"I'm not unhappy." Grace Smith looked at Heinz Jones and said, "I'm just as usual. You seem strange instead. Why would you think I'm unhappy?"

"You're pulling such a long face, how could you be happy?" He was not blind, it was not hard to tell at all.

"I think I'm still in quite a good mood," Grace said stubbornly. "Heinz, how about you just go and do your work?"

"Grace." Heinz narrowed his eyes. "You seem to have forgotten something."

Grace was stunned for a moment, then she immediately understood what Heinz was referring to. She said softly, "Heinz, please let go of that bet. I admit defeat." For a moment, Heinz's heart seemed to be stung by something sharp. He frowned and felt that Grace seemed to have changed into another person overnight.

She was indifferent to him now.

Heinz stared deeply at the woman in front of him, and his heart was full of doubts, he could not grasp her attention when he looked at her. She seemed to be looking at him, but she also looked absentminded.

This made Heinz very agitated and displeased. He tightened his handsome face and asked in a deep voice, "You admit defeat?"

"Yes." Grace nodded. "I admit defeat."

"So that would mean I can't get my winnings?" He pressed on.

Grace saw Heinz's face turning cold, and her heart skipped a beat. She felt a little upset. However, she still nodded and said, "Yes."

She had thought that Heinz would be angry and would say something terrible to her, but he didn't.

He just gave her a cold look and sneered. "Ha."

Then, he turned around and left.

Grace looked at him as he turned around and walked to his seat in a lazy yet elegant stride. She paused for a moment and sat down. Then, she took out her laptop and turned it on. Throughout, she was quiet and didn't say anything.

After Heinz returned to his large armchair and sat down, he looked up and saw that Grace looked extremely calm, as if nothing had happened. His gaze became freezing cold.

Looking at her nonchalant behavior, he then began to boil with anger. It seemed like he wanted to swallow her alive.

While Grace held her head low, she felt a pair of fiery eyes glaring at her. She pursed her lips and continued to do her work.

The coldness in Heinz's eyes grew. He sneered in anger, and then slapped the document in his hand onto his mahogany table.

He uncapped a fountain pen and gripped it tightly. The sharp nib of the pen sank directly into the paper and pierced through the paper.

Grace was nonplussed, she looked up to steal a glance at Heinz.

However, the moment she raised her head, she met Heinz's eyes directly and was caught by a piercing look.

She bowed her head in guilt, and continued with her work.

Heinz narrowed his eyes and threw the pen on the table with a loud noise. He stood up quickly and walked toward Grace. Soon, he was in front of her.

A shadow came down in front of her, with an extreme sense of oppression.

Grace's heart seemed to wind up, it was so tight, almost suffocating her.

She took a deep breath, raised her eyes, and looked at Heinz's sharp gaze. There was a kind of ruthless and unruly malice in his eyes. He reached out to grab Grace's shoulders and his strength was so strong that he almost crushed her.

"Ah—" She was so scared that she screamed, "What are you doing?"

"You may admit defeat, but I don't agree." He sneered and said, "You should understand the principles of a bet, if you are willing to participate, you have to bear the consequences if you lose."

Grace widened her eyes and said, "Heinz, you..."

She was frightened.

It was only nine in the morning and the bright sun was shining in from the window majestically, but it didn't reduce the forbidding darkness of the man standing before her.

Grace was really scared. In the face of his malicious gaze, the blood in her was frozen and her previous indifference turned into fear at this moment.

"Three minutes, you choose," Heinz said in a cold voice, "We can kiss or we can do it."