True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz) novel Chapter 71

"Of course." Heinz Jones said, he looked at his watch, and there was time to spare. "If I don't give my assistant instructions to get involved, it might come down to me running around, huffing and puffing, trying to sort out every single errand in person. Wouldn't that be ridiculous?" Heinz Jones asked.

Grace Smith just ignored his words.

She secretly despised him for his lack of social grace.

Heinz Jones frowned as he noticed her sunken face and asked, "What is bothering you?"

Grace Smith replied, "Not everyone leads a privileged life like you, like a Lord of a manor"

"Aren't you a Lord too?" Heinz Jones asked, he smiled slightly and suddenly the realization dawned on him. "No, you are the consort of the Lord, you are more like a Dame." Heinz Jones uttered.

She wondered who was his consort?

Grace Smith chuckled, she was unruffled, "I don't have anyone to do my chores, neither do I have servants to wait on me, I can't deign to pronounce myself a dame or lady. I think this would apply more to the women from the upper-class communities."

"Never mind that, I can help you with your errands." Heinz Jones said in a chivalrous fashion.

Grace Smith glanced at him and said, "My apologies, your services are beyond my means."

"That's alright." Heinz Jones grinned and said,"I don't need your payment."

Grace Smith looked at him with disdain. She felt her annoyance rising.

"You could repay me with yourself." Heinz Jones said hoarsely, with a knowing gesture. He held her hand in his, placed it on his lips and kissed it lightly.

"Oh!" Grace Smith exclaimed, she was shocked. She felt electricity coursing from the place his lips touched her, and she felt her heart palpitating.

Heinz Jones curled his lips and spoke with glee, like he had landed a dart directly on target, "Is your heart beating faster?"

Grace Smith was instantaneously bashful.

Heinz Jones's smile broadened. "You're blushing." Heinz Jones said.

"You are the one that is blushing, and your face is turning blue almost." Grace Smith retorted. She was a little lost and anxious.

Heinz Jones's smile became more pronounced, he looked positively delighted.

Looking at Heinz Jones's smile, Grace Smith had a sudden epiphany, her eyes wide in surprise.

It was really late at night, and there was almost no light in the car. How could the color of her face be apparent?

She actually was taken in by him.

No wonder he was chuckling with glee.

Heinz Jones said, "It seems like you realize it now. You aren't that silly after all."

My God, she thought.

Grace Smith frowned and said, "You are sick."

"I thought I was in healthy condition, but now I'm starting to feel ill." Heinz Jones said, he gazed at her with a slight smile, deep emotion in his eyes. "As for this illness, you have to heal me, you are the antidote to my suffering." Heinz Jones continued.

Her heart palpitated, beating quicker and irregularly.

Grace Smith turned away, flustered, and she looked out of the window.

At this moment in the hair salon, Jensen Charm instructed his subordinates to arrest all the suspects, placing them in the police vehicles. These vehicles shipped them away at high speed.

Grace Smith immediately changed the subject. "Officer Charm is here." Grace Smith said.

Everything had been arranged. Jensen Charm saw that Heinz Jones's car was still there, so he sauntered over.

Heinz Jones slid down the car window, showing his well chiselled face. He said to Jensen Charm, "Have two of your men trail me from behind, while you get in the car with us."

"Where are we going?" Jensen Charm joked with a smile, "I don't want to be the third wheel." Jensen Charm said.

"Stop blathering." Heinz Jones said in a deep voice, "Get in."

Jensen Charm looked at his subordinates and said, "Both of you , follow me. Trail us from behind. Don't lose us."

"Yes, Sir." The subordinates replied.

After making these arrangements, Jensen Charm got in the car.

Before he could even get comfortable, Heinz Jones's car started. He stepped on the accelerator and cruised into the Fortune Zone.

"Where are we going?" Jensen Charm looked at Heinz Jones who was seated up front and asked. "Hey, what's the matter with you?" Jensen Charm asked again.

Heinz Jones drove in directly to the side of Lilian Ross' building. He parked the car steadily, and the police cars trailing behind were also covered from sight by a few blocks of the building. This position was strategic and advantageous.

Heinz Jones looked calmly at his watch. At 8:55 p.m., he looked at Grace Smith and said, "Let's go."