True Fated Marriage novel Chapter 119

Grace Smith stomped her foot in anger and turned to leave. "Who's being insincere? Don't be so self-righteous."

Heinz Jones did not stop her, but looked at her figure that went straight into the newspaper office. He raised the corner of his mouth playfully.

He waited until her figure disappeared.

He turned back to the car, started the car, and took out his phone to call Jensen Charm.

"Where are you?" Heinz asked.

"At home." Jensen murmured with a heavy nasal sound.

"Have you caught a cold?" Heinz asked again.

"No." Jensen couldn't raise his spirit and said, "I just drank some wine."

"I'm going over now," Heinz said in a deep voice.

"Okay. I happen to have something to discuss with you. Open the door on your own. I'll sleep for a while." Jensen said.

"Alright." Heinz said.

When Grace returned to the newspaper office, her heart was beating wildly.

She stood at the door for a while and calmed herself down.

When she turned her head and looked out of the door, the luxury car was gone.

Grace was slightly disoriented. She smiled, but felt a little bitter. Then she turned and got to her seat. She immediately sat down and sorted out the interview draft.

At Hart Villa District.

Soon, Heinz arrived. As soon as he entered the room, he smelled a strong scent of alcohol.

He frowned, first, he had been harassed by the stink of blue cheese, and then by the aftermath of alcohol, it was really stomach-churning.

Since Jensen was not in a hurry to speak to him, Heinz opened the window to keep the air ventilated.

It was only when the clean air blew in from the outside that Heinz felt much better.

Heinz turned around and saw Jensen walking out. When Jensen saw him, he said, "Why did you open the window, does the smell irritate you?"

"How much have you drunk?" Heinz looked at him with a frown and asked, "Why is the smell so strong?"

"Two bottles." Jensen replied.

"Why?" Heinz asked.

"Because I want to." Jensen was lying on the sofa, and his eyes were still red. He said, "I took a day off today."

"I can see that." Heinz said.

"Heinz, am I upset?" Jensen pointed at his chest.

Heinz nodded and said, "You are drinking to drown your sorrows."

"Aren't you angry?" He raised his chin and looked at him. "I even stole a woman from you. Aren't you mad?"

Heinz said, "I don't think you'll be able to snatch it from me."

That woman, she was not an object.

It wasn't until he saw how angry Grace was today that he realized that he had thought underestimated the situation before.

Grace was right. He shouldn't have given her to his friend like an item.

Jensen fixed his eyes on Heinz and said, "Heinz, do you mean that you don't want to give her to me?"

Heinz did not open his mouth to express his feelings.

Jensen rolled his eyes. "I knew it. You won't do it. Grace is probably in love with you. She doesn't care about me at all. She made it clear that she has nothing to do with me. But it's obvious that what happened in the past is true. The more I talk about it, the paler her face is. Obviously, she remembers."

Heinz's eyes flickered. That was the reason why that woman kicked Jensen in the shins last night.

"Heinz, why don't you say something?" Jensen said.

"What do you want?" Heinz asked calmly.

"Me?" Jensen said, "I just want to make sure that she is not the woman I slept with that night."

"Is it that important?" Heinz asked.

"Of course it matters. I have never let anyone down in my life," Jensen said.

"You seem to have let me down." Heinz interrupted him. "I've just taken a fancy to a woman, but you suddenly called dibs on her. How can you be so thick-skinned?"

"Uh." He scoffed. "It seems true now that you mention it. I'm sorry. Okay." Jensen replied.

Heinz didn't bother to reprimand him further, but he said, "It seems that Grace doesn't want to know whether she had had sex with you previously."