True Fated Marriage novel Chapter 93

Heinz Jones was silent. He glanced at her, then he took her hand and pulled her into his embrace. "How many more men do you need to spy on? Isn't it enough to spy on me?"

Grace Smith was locked in his embrace. She was overcame by his masculine scent, urgent and desirable. She took a deep breath and retorted, "I enjoyed watching you, but I couldn't get a clear glimpse of you. I would like to spy on many more."

Heinz Jones narrowed his eyes and his voice became hoarse. "Really? Would you like a better view?"

Grace felt herself tensing up. Of course not.

She was not some maniac.

It was just empty words.

To prevent the conversation from getting even more awkward, she avoided eye contact, concealing her inner agitation, and stayed calm.

He placed his hand on her chin. "That means a yes." Heinz Jones said earnestly.

"No." Grace denied immediately.

Her face was being held by him, her gaze was so close to him.

They were so close, that he could see her eyes, glistening and sparkling with tears. Her eyelids were pink and tender, slightly moist.

He furrowed his brows. "No? If you would like to, I would allow you to look at mine, but don't you ever dream of spying on other men."

She took some small breath and remained silent.

"So?" His voice became more urgent. He must have her answer. "Speak." Heinz Jones said.

"No, who would want to take a look?" Grace said. She quickly took her hand away.

It was futile. He forcefully pulled her waist close to his, and she felt herself on him, too close for comfort.

He leaned over and whispered, "Next time, you can go to my lounge. There is a bathroom in the lounge, which you can hide in."

Grace felt herself trembling.

As she looked up, her gaze was locked into his, and she could feel the passion and fire in his eyes.

She felt tension rising in her.

He knew she was not telling the truth, but he wasn't going to punish her for that.

She was grateful for his support. He did not attempt to question her nor judge her, but to be there for her emotionally.

He might have a million doubts, but he still was there for her unconditionally.

He knew she had been crying, he was aware of Sunny Group, Marry Smith, Simon Brown and all their connections. He also knew about her questionable past with Simon Brown and saw her behavior around Marry Smith.

Anyone else would have been bursting with curiosity.

But he wasn't.

The more serious the issue was, the more he faced it with levity.

This man brought out all sorts of emotions in her.

Her mind was swirling with a million thoughts, she could only nod and remain silent.

"Thank you." Grace Smith thanked him.

Her hoarse voice revealed her turbulent emotions. Her eyes felt uncomfortable from crying, and she felt her disposition weakened.

In a split second, she recovered from her emotions.

As she gazed at him, he noticed that the tragic expression was gone, only a shimmering sparkle remained in her eyes.

Heinz glanced at her, helped her up, and said, "We still have half an hour of work."

Grace Smith nodded. "Okay, I will head back now."

After work would be better timing.

"Let's go." He said.

He turned around and walked out. She noticed his tall, well built figure and his determined stride.

She followed him, exiting the men's washroom.