True Fated Marriage novel Chapter 89

"Mr. Jones, this has nothing to do with you." Grace Smith frowned and said unhappily. "I'm here to work, not to reminisce the past with Simon Brown or talk to you about this. Please respect my work." Grace Smith added.

"Respect your work?" Heinz Jones asked, he lowered his head, stared at Grace with mockery in his dark eyes.

Grace Smith felt a stab in her heart when being stared like that. It hurt a little, and she said coldly, "I'm working."

She was sent by her newspaper company to interview him. In order to write the best report about him, she had to get used to his habits and work in his office in order to understand him more.

How dare he say that to her?

Grace Smith's eyes became teary. She laughed bitterly and stopped talking.

Heinz Jones was annoyed by her gaze. He stared at her coldly for a moment before asking, "You refuse to answer because there's still regret it in your heart, isn't it?"

Grace was getting really annoyed.

"Yes, I'm regretting it. After all, Simon Brown is also a great man. I'm dying to marry him. Are you satisfied with my answers?" Grace Smith said coldly.

"You're such a shameful woman." Heinz Jones said and turned back to his seat.

For the rest of the morning, neither of them said a word.

Grace was quiet.

Soon, it was lunch hour.

When Heinz Jones was going to leave the room, she didn't know where to go so she stayed put at her desk.

He glanced at her coldly as he was walking out.

Everyone was going out for lunch. Grace Smith took out a packet of biscuits she brought from home and started eating them.

An hour later.

Heinz Jones looked at her coldly as he came into the office.

Lester walked to her desk with a bag and placed it on her desk. There were three delicate lunch boxes in the bag.

"Miss Grace, the President asked me to bring these for you." Lester said.

Grace Smith was stunned. She looked up at Lester, and then at Heinz Jones. His back was facing her, so she couldn't see his expression.

Grace Smith shook her head and said, "Thank you, I've had lunch. I don't need these anymore."

"You had your lunch?" Lester asked, he was stunned. "The secretary said that you haven't been out of the President's office. What did you eat?" Lester asked.

"I brought my own lunch." Grace Smith showed him the biscuit packaging and said, "This is sufficient."

Lester was stunned and seemed very worried. "Miss Grace, this is not nutritious."

"It's okay. I'll be cooking my own dinner tonight." Grace said. "I'm here to work, no matter what, I will survive the week."

Lester left the lunch boxes and said, "Since we have already bought them, please eat some."

"Thank you," Grace Smith said, "But I'm really full."

"Lester, just dump it if she doesn't want to eat." Heinz Jones suddenly snapped.

Both Grace and Lester were stunned. Lester grinned and shook his head her.

When Grace Smith saw Lester’s reaction, she felt that she might be disappointing him. "Okay, I'll eat it. Thank you, Mr. Lester."

"It’s the President's orders," Lester said.

Grace looked at Heinz Jones and said again, "Thank you, Mr. Jones."

The lunch was very exquisite, and full of varieties. There were shrimp dumplings, stir fried chicken, and even some ribs.

Lester smiled and walked out.

Grace Smith looked at the dishes. They looked delicious. If she had known it earlier, she wouldn't have eaten the biscuits.

Grace Smith was almost full now.

She looked at Heinz Jones and said, "Mr. Jones."

Heinz Jones turned around and glanced at her. He looked unpleasant and said in an unfriendly tone, "Yes?"

"Will there be lunch for me tomorrow?" She asked.

Heinz Jones was stunned and frowned slightly. This woman. He thought she was going to say something important, but instead she asked whether there would be lunch tomorrow.