"How can you do that?" Heinz chuckled. "I accepted your invitation. You can't just retract it halfway."
"That's not what I meant," Grace protested angrily.
"I know you're embarrassed to admit it." Heinz smiled and said very wickedly, "That's why I accepted your invitation."
After a few smooth movements, he was already very familiar with what he should do. Soon, Grace was undressed and revealed in front of Heinz.
Grace blushed. She was not a dish. It was too embarrassing for her to be put on the table.
As soon as he looked up and looked into her eyes, Grace was shocked.
His eyes were full of light, as if he was worshiping the most beautiful woman in the world, with deep desire and love.
When she was about to lose her temper, he approached her and said softly, "I will never refuse you."
She froze and looked at him; she even forgot to react.
She felt as if her whole body had been taken away by his emotions, and there was no reason left in her at all.
She lowered her eyes and did not dare to look at him.
He had already picked her up and walked into the bedroom.
Grace got close to his handsome face, but she couldn't look at him. She thought it was so absurd that she would forget how to respond every time she saw him.
"I'm really going to be late," she complained in a low voice. "I can't always ask for leave."
"Hermione won't say anything about you. You've been working very hard, and you're different from those working employees. You're a person who cherishes the opportunity to work," Heinz whispered softly in her ear.
"No, that's not a good excuse," Grace shook her head. "I can't always be late or ask for leave like this."
"Yesterday, Hermione told me that she would take good care of you in order to thank me for my investment," Heinz said.
"That's different," Grace said, "I'm very tired."
"You don't have to move." He leaned close to her ear. "I'll be the one moving. You just need to feel it."
What the hell was this?
Grace's face was burning red.
He had already lowered her onto the bed.
Before Grace could speak, he covered her mouth with his slender fingers and hissed so as not to let her speak again.
Grace felt helpless.
Heinz gently stroked her arm. She couldn't stand the itch and wanted to break free, but she was pinned down by him.
As soon as she was about to say something, he came down.
Needless to say, they indulged in each other.
"Heinz." It was Grace's low and uncontrollable voice. She could only call out Heinz's name, letting him take control over her body.
"Grace," Heinz also whispered her name.
Forty minutes later.
Someone knocked on the door.
The two of them were still intertwined with each other, showing no signs of stopping.
The knocking on the door came to a sudden halt after a few times.
Grace had been in a daze for a long time, so she couldn't care less and could only follow Heinz's lead.
At the door, Alice and Jensen had happened to come back at that time.
At first, they'd wanted to come and get their clothes in the evening, but they were afraid that Heinz would be with Grace at the time and didn't want things to be awkward.
Thus, they came in the morning. However, when they came to the door, they saw Alex standing outside the house with some food in his hands.
"Miss Smith, Officer Charm." Alex looked at Alice and Jensen as if he had seen a great savior.
"Is there no one at home?" Alice asked. "I don't know." Alex looked at the door. "The president asked me to bring some food over. I knocked on the door, but no one answered. I don't know if they left or not.
Alice took out the key and hesitantly unlocked the door.
Jensen held her hand and said, "Alice, don't open it yet."
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