True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

Chapter 145

Grace Smith gawked at him, a hint of embarrassment flashed before her eyes.

"Heinz—" The word came out of her mouth, but her breath was blocked.

Both their breaths converged, and the atmosphere was so quiet.

"I've tried..." Heinz Jones whispered in her ear, "...to let you go, but you keep on provoking me."

Grace looked at him stunned. She stared at his eyes, and took a breath. "It seems that you are the one

who is controlling me."

The implication of her words was very obvious. She meant that it was Heinz who took the initiative to

want her.

She didn't want to be mocked by him.

"Oh!" Heinz stared at her with his deep eyes. "You never want to suffer any losses, don't you?"

His words made her take a deep breath and look at him innocently with her big eyes.

Heinz sighed, lowered his head and leaned against her ear. "Grace."

"Yes?" Grace asked.

Heinz held her hand. His slender hand wrapped around her small hand. His fingers passed through her

fingers and closed on them, and their fingers were intertwined together.

Grace's hand was very small, and there were calluses in her palm, which made Heinz's heart tighten

when he felt them.

These two hands must be a pair of hardworking hands. They had done a lot of work, so they were full

of hard calluses.

Grace suddenly realized that Heinz must have noticed the calluses on her hand too and felt a little

embarrassed. She wanted to pull her hand back.

As soon as she exerted her strength, Heinz immediately tightened his grip on her.

She bit her lip, not knowing what should she do.

"Stop nibbling your lips," He stopped her in a low voice. Heinz was stunned when he saw her wounded

lips because she kept nibbling on it and he could no longer control himself.

After having a little wine, the heat rose in both of their bodies.

Heinz was clearly aware of what he wanted to do.

This woman was what he wanted.

She was also the only person who could make him aroused in the past six years.

It was rare.

Heinz didn't want to wait anymore.

He was afraid that he would miss the chance to be with her if he continued waiting.

In the past few years, he had been living like a monk that he thought he wouldn't have lust anymore.

However, when he met this woman, everything fell apart.

He wanted to try this with her.

Heinz didn't want to ignore her and have to restrain himself anymore. He didn't want to restrain himself

from appreciating this woman, and having thoughts of her all the time.

He almost got himself killed in restraining himself.

"Grace," Heinz whispered, "Can I?"

Grace's heart suddenly beat faster. She knew that she wanted it too.

But she didn't dare to say anything. She could only look at him timidly with her big eyes wide open.

"Answer me," Heinz stared into her eyes, insistent on seeking a positive answer.

She had no choice but to open her mouth but still couldn't say anything. She was anxious and her

pretty face was blushing hard.

She was very embarrassed.

The man's deep eyes were mixed with something she could see clearly but she dared not to get to the

bottom of it. She was afraid of the passion that could be seen in his eyes.

She was a little nervous.

Heinz looked at her with more profound passion. He let go of her hand, but he did not leave.

Grace heard his heartbeat, which was so strong and unrestrained.

He patiently waited for her answer. If she didn't nod her head, he might still restrain himself.

Grace sighed in her heart. Looking at his sculpted handsome face, she whispered, "I thought men are

aggressive. At least at this time, they wouldn't need to ask for permission from a woman."

She was smart enough not to directly say that she was willing to do it with him.

However, he understood in an instant. His eyes lit up, the corners of his lips curved up, and then he

wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Grace, is it so difficult to say you're willing?" He smiled faintly, and his intention was clear.

Grace just blushed and said nothing.

Looking at her blushing face, he lowered his head and kissed her face.

Heinz didn't need to be polite anymore when he saw Grace's reaction.

His kiss poured down like lightning ravaging a tree.

Grace's mind went blank, and her pupils dilated unconsciously.

It was a mess.

He looked at her with a deep gaze and gave her the thing she always wanted.

Her eyes twitched in pleasure.

The sharp pain made her mind go blank, and she could only stare blankly at the ceiling as the

afternoon sun shone into the room from the window.

It was warm and powerful.

Outside the villa.

Lester and the servants were all waiting outside for orders. None of them dared to enter the villa again.

The gardener was trimming the flowers and plants.

Suddenly, he heard Grace's scream.

He subconsciously looked at Lester, who was waiting by the car, with a different kind of emotion in his

eyes. He asked in a low voice, "Assistant Lester, is Miss Smith our future madam?"

Lester took a deep breath and glanced at the gardener. "Are you asking me?"

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"How would I know?" Lester said.

"But it seems that she's going to be," The gardener gossiped again, "Miss Smith is our President's

woman now. Listen to her voice."

"Get out of here," Lester immediately said in a deep voice, "All of you stay away from the main building

of this villa and no one is allowed to disturb them."

The gardener kept nodding and said, "Yes!"

The big group of people left, and did not disturb the happiness upstairs.

However, those who experienced it before could tell that Miss Smith seemed to be crying out in a very

miserable way.

Even from dozens of meters away, they could still hear her cries...

"Don't do this," Grace pleaded.

"Stay away from me," She said again.

"Don't do this," Grace said and she was about to get mad.

"Heinz, what the f*ck are you doing?" Grace roared.

Lester also positioned himself far away from the building, wondering if this villa's soundproof facilities

was that bad.

He looked up in that direction. Uh, the window was not closed.

No wonder the voices could be heard.

He looked at his watch. It was two o'clock.

Time had passed.

He immediately ordered the cook to prepare some food, so he could have his meal.

He looked at his watch again. An hour passed and it was already three o'clock.

Grace's voice came from upstairs.

"Heinz, are you done?" She asked.

"Heinz, I've told you to stop," Grace's sound was loud.

Lester took a deep breath. The President had not been doing this for a long time. So once he started,

he wouldn't stop that easily.

Miss Smith's petite body didn't seem to be in an equal position with the President's.

It happened again and a long time had passed.

Grace felt that Heinz seemed to be addicted to it. Suddenly, this was his only interest. Although she

had given birth to a child, but she had no experience in things like this at all.

He would not let her off so easily. He was practically a beast.

Suddenly, Grace turned her head and saw that the curtain was fluttering in the wind. It turned out that

the window was wide open behind the curtain. If it weren't for the wind, she wouldn't have noticed it.

She was shocked and immediately reached out to push Heinz. "Oh no, Heinz, the window is wide

open."

Being pushed by her, Heinz frowned and said, "Just leave it open."

"No, I shouted so loudly that my throat is hoarse. You must go and close the window now," Grace said.

"Now?" His breath was very hot. He looked at her with anger in his eyes.

"Yeah," She nodded awkwardly. "If you don't go, I'll be embarrassed."

Heinz frowned again. He really didn't want to stand up like this.

He gritted his teeth, giving Grace a warning.

Grace shivered with fear. "You-"

Only then did he get up.