True Fated Marriage novel Chapter 307

Heinz frowned and subconsciously looked at the slim figure fleeing the car. His heart ached so much that he couldn't bear it.

He clenched his fists, and the veins on the backs of his hands bulged.

There was a sense of trepidation in his heart, and the fear of losing Grace overcame him.

Self-incrimination and guilt began to take over his mind.

"I brought this on myself," he thought.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and light poured into the car, bringing great warmth.

However, it was extremely cold in the car. No matter how bright the sun was, it couldn't warm Heinz's broken heart.

His breathing was becoming labored, as if there was something pressing down on his chest, suffocating him.

He pursed his lips and laughed at himself. "You deserve it!" he thought.

He really did bring this upon himself.

Grace was a woman with a strong personality. She was not the kind of woman who would easily give in to persuasion. What's more, she had an excellent man by her side now.

He closed his eyes, got out of the car, and stood by

the car door. He lit a cigarette and started smoking.

Upon entering Entertainment Daily, the first thing Grace saw was Lester's smiling face.

"Miss Smith, you're back?" Lester said cheerfully, "You're finally back. We've been waiting a long time for you."

Grace looked at him indifferently and said, "You didn't have to wait for me, Mr. Lester."

"It's alright," Lester said casually, "We were more than willing to."

"We" naturally referred to Heinz and Lester.

Grace could tell what he meant. She was not stupid.

She walked past Lester indifferently, ignoring what he had just said.

Lester was brave enough to follow right behind Grace. He was directly behind her when he said, "Should I put the chocolates at your desk, or would you prefer to have them sent to your house?"

"Don't bother." Grace refused in a cold voice, "No one in my family eats chocolates."

"Well, you're not the only one getting them. Everyone has a share." Lester added, "It would be a waste if you don't take it."

Grace stopped and turned to look at Lester. Her eyes showed a hint of displeasure as she asked, "Lester, how is your mother?"

Lester was stunned. "My mother? She's gone. She passed away several years ago."

As he was talking, he pointed at the sky, looking confused. "Why do you ask about my mother?"

Grace suddenly stopped as she felt that it was disrespectful to continue with this line of conversation.

"Do you have anyone at home?" Grace amended, "Anyone still here, I mean."

"My father and sister," he replied.

Grace said, "Give these chocolates to them, then."

"The president has already given me two big boxes." Lester said in a serious tone, "We can't eat so much. It's too sweet. My dad is diabetic, and my sister is on the chubby side. We really don't need so much," Lester responded.