True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

In the face of such displeasure, Grace's eyes grew damp, and an inexplicable pain was hidden in her eyes.

Heinz appeared with such perfect timing.

Grace held on to his arm with both hands and rested her whole body on him as if she was drowning and had finally caught on to a life-ring.

"Help, help me." Grace half cried.

After saying this, Grace turned around in fright.

Heinz followed her gaze and looked behind her. He did not see anyone chasing after her.

Earlier, when Heinz was in his car, he found Grace running wildly across the streets. Her clothes were very messy and fluttering in her stride. He was worried and got out of the car.

"No one is coming after you," Heinz said in a deep voice.

Grace instantly relaxed.

When Grace looked up at him, she realized that she had grabbed his arms tightly. She immediately loosened her grip and was very nervous.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here," Heinz said.

Grace was stunned and looked into his eyes with fear. His dark eyes were so steady that made her feel extremely safe.

Heinz's words made him instantly become much stronger and powerful.

Heinz frowned and took in Grace's situation. Instantly, he took off his suit jacket and put it on her.

Grace was wrapped in his wide suit jacket, and her heart was pounding, and it felt indescribably wonderful.

Her heart was sour and bitter, but she felt as if she had landed in a safety net.

At this moment, Grace didn't want to show her fear. She didn't want anyone to see her weakness. But she was frightened as well.

Even then, her body was still shivering.

Heinz stretched out his hand and gently held her shoulder, saying, "Get on my car first."

"No, there's no need." Grace quickly calmed herself down. She thought that she was in such a mess, and she had to buy a pair of pants to change into. Grace didn't want to walk with a man when with nothing under her skirt.

Heinz's sharp eyes looked at her sharply. "If you don't plan to take my car, when do you plan to be seen by men all over the city looking like this?" Grace subconsciously pursed her lips and looked downward. As long as she was careful, others would not know that she had nothing under her skirt "I'll be careful." Grace still insisted to go on her own.

"I can't tell. Do you have an exposure fetish?" Heinz sneered and said in an irritable tone.

Grace blushed and felt embarrassed. She pursed her lips and straightened her back without saying a word.

Heinz lowered his head to look at Grace tightly pursed lips and put his hands on her shoulders.

Grace was stiff all over, so she had to say, "Mr. Jones, I had no choice at an earlier situation. Thank you, I feel much better with your suit now."

Heinz frowned, glanced at the suit jacket, and immediately pulled it off.

Grace was stunned. "Mr. Jones-"

"Can a suit protect you? People with unkind motives can come up to you and lift up your dress. Are you still so innocent?" Heinz said in an unhappy and cold tone. Grace looked at him awkwardly and felt that he was right.

Heinz's sharp eyes scanned her. In her struggling eyes, he buckled the suit jacket on her leg and tied the sleeves on her waist.

Heinz stared at her like a wild beast staring at its prey. "I'll give you a suit jacket. I'm not asking you to protect your top body but your legs."

Grace bit her lip, feeling embarrassed and unable to refute. What he said was right.

But it was Heinz put it on her shoulder just now.

"Thank you." Grace thanked him in a low voice.

Heinz looked down at her.

Grace turned her face uneasily and tugged on the suit with her little hands. She adjusted it to cover her knees and calves so that she would not be humiliated when the wind blew at her skirt Heinz saw her blushing face and calmed down. He questioned her. "Why are you running so fast?"

"Nothing." Grace shook her head gently. "I just met a pervert."

"It is this pervert who took off your underwear?" Heinz couldn't help raising his voice.

Grace did not say anything.

Heinz frowned and said unhappily, "What kind of pervert is he? How dare he do this? Did he look at you down there?"

Grace shook her head.

She remembered that Simon did not have a chance to look.

Grace avoided him immediately and covered herself up. It was impossible for Simon to have seen anything. But Grace did not expect that Simon would do such a thing.

"Speak." Heinz rebuked in a deep voice.

Grace felt embarrassed and looked down.

Heinz grabbed her wrist and forced her to look into his eyes.

"I'm asking you a question. Did the pervert look at you down there?"

"No." Grace looked into his deep cold eyes and had to say, "He did not see anything."

Heinz's cold face softened a little, but he still looked down at her with cold eyes.

Grace felt even more awkward under his gaze.

"Thank you, Mr. Jones."

"You have two choices now," Heinz said.

Grace pursed her lips.

"First, get in my car and go buy some clothes."

Grace still wanted to refuse.

"Second, I will be the pervert. And I'll continue what the pervert has not done to you." Heinz was trying to force Grace to pick the first option.

"Why are you doing this?" Grace's eyes widened. Why did he suddenly turn evil every time she thought Heinz was the good guy?

"That's it. You choose." Heinz said in a low voice, not joking at all.

"Mr. Jones, go and do your work. I'm going to buy clothes now." Grace said, "I really can do it on my own."

Heinz clasped her shoulders and lowered his head. He breathed warmly on her face. His handsome face came close to her and his lips pressed down. "No." Grace immediately shook her head. "I'll pick the first one. I'll get in the car now."

Heinz sneered. "That's more like it."

Heinz let go of Grace, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her to his car.

Getting on his Bentley, Lester was the driver.

Grace grabbed the suit jacket and covered it with her legs.

Heinz was standing by her side. Grace felt a little anxious in the car and her breath was unstable.

After Heinz sat down, he put his hand on the back of her chair as if he was hugging her.

Grace felt very tense.

Heinz's hand suddenly fell on her back.

Suddenly, Grace's back froze.

Heinz's hand was so hot that she felt a little nervous.

Grace took in a deep breath and tried to move to get out of his embrace.

"Don't move,"1 Heinz said lazily.

Grace felt a little hot. It seemed that the temperature of her body had risen, and her face was hot and red.

Grace couldn't move. Heinz's hands were on her back. If she didn't do anything now, it would mean that she acquiesced. Grace reached out to pull his hand down.

Unexpectedly, after she took Heinz's hand, he held her hand back.

Grace was stunned. She held her breath and whispered, "Mr. Jones."

"Well." Heinz leaned against her, narrowed his eyes and said, "The man who bullied you today has a good taste."

Grace frowned, puzzled.

Heinz narrowed his eyes and said playfully, "He has a good taste that he had targeted the woman I like. I'm looking forward to meeting this B*stard."