True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

"I'm Jensen Charm, a police officer. I've got your car plate number in mind. Send the girl safely to her destination, if there's an incident, I'll go after you." Jensen Charm warned. "Yes, yes, yes." The driver immediately said, "I'll make sure she reaches home safely."

"Okay. Take good care, Grace Smith. That's all for now, Heinz, and I have to go now." Jensen Charm said.

Before Grace Smith could say anything, Jensen Charm hung up.

Grace Smith looked at the phone blankly.

The car behind them sped up and overtook the taxi, leaving the taxi behind.

There was something weird in Grace Smith's heart.

In the car, Heinz Jones gnashed his teeth in anger and asked, "Are you helping me?"

"That's called playing hard to get," Jensen Charm said. "You shouldn't go after her too closely. It will only make her feel irritated. If you got her attention, and then let her go at the right time, she will feel the difference." Jensen Charm explained.

Heinz Jones frowned and asked coldly, "Did I say that I'm going after her?"

Jensen Charm burst into laughter. "Okay, since you're not going after her, I'll not meddle in your business then. You can turn back and continue following them." Jensen Charm said.

Of course, Heinz Jones did not do so.

After the call, the driver will definitely ensure Grace Smith reached home safely, just as they asked him to.

Heinz Jones had nothing to worry about anymore.

Heinz Jones sped up and headed home.

When Grace Smith got home, it was already ten forty at night.

As usual, as long as Grace Smith wasn't home, the two people waiting for her would not be asleep.

Little Gary ran over as soon as Grace Smith opened the door.

"Mommy, why did you come back so late?" Gary Smith asked, she looked at Grace Smith, worry lacing his face. "It's so late already. What if you bump into bad guys?" Gary Smith asked.

"It doesn't matter," Grace Smith said. "I'll protect myself." Grace Smith added.

"Sister." Alice Smith also came over and said, "Simon Brown came again tonight."

"Again?" Grace Smith was stunned. "Did you open the door for him?" Grace Smith asked.

"No." Alice Smith shook her head. "We saw that it was him through the peephole, so we didn't open the door. He stood there for an hour. After countless knocking on the door, we still didn't open the door for him, only then he left." Alice Smith answered.

Grace Smith was so irritated.

"Don't ever open the door for him in the future." Grace Smith ordered.

"What should we do if he comes again and again?" Alice Smith asked.

"Call Marry Smith and tell her to pick him up." Grace Smith ordered.

Alice Smith's eyes widened. "Well, okay." Alice Smith said.

After washing up, Grace Smith laid down and looked at her watch. It was thirty minutes past eleven. Grace Smith had the habit of looking at her cell phone before going to bed.

It turned out that there two missed calls and two messages on the screen.

Grace Smith was stunned and she clicked on the screen of her cell phone only to realize that the phone number and the messages were from one same person - Heinz Jones. Grace Smith pursed her lips and clicked on the message.

Message: "Are you home?"

The next message was received three minutes later. "Speak. Are you dumb? Reply me, do you hear me?"

It was Heinz Jones' typical dominant tone.

Grace Smith frowned as she looked at the phone. Suddenly, the phone rang again.

Grace Smith was so angry that she silenced her cell phone immediately.

The screen of the phone was on for a while, and then it went off automatically.

Another message came in: "If you are not replying, I'll ask Lester to check your address now and check whether you are home."

"Bastard." Grace Smith couldn't help but scolded. Grace Smith took the phone and sent a message -

"Thank you for your concern. I'm home. Don't bother me anymore."

Heinz Jones almost died out of furious after receiving this reply.

Heinz Jones walked to the side of the bedroom and stood by the blinds. Looking at the night view, Heinz Jones was so angry that his heart aches badly.

Grace Smith said that Heinz Jones harassed her, just because he said a word to her in the evening. Such vengeful of her.

This woman was so narrow-minded, even narrower than a needle hole, it was so frustrating.

Heinz Jones later realized that he shouldn't have said that, especially after Grace Smith had proved that she really didn't use him for her own benefit. Heinz Jones was even more frustrated now. No matter what, Heinz Jones did really put in a lot of effort even if he did not have any credit for it.

Grace Smith had not appreciated my effort! How could she!

What should I do now?

Should I continue sending messages? Heinz was thinking over and over again.

Grace Smith had said that Heinz Jones was harassing her. As a man, Heinz Jones would be embarrassed if people heard that he was harassing a lady.

But if I don't call her, I won't be assured. What should I do?

Heinz Jones raised the corner of his mouth bitterly. His whole figure was hidden in the dark. Heinz Jones had finally met a woman who could impress him, should he give up just like that? Then wouldn't he have to spend the rest of his life alone?

Heinz Jones didn't have the same feelings towards the other women. Only Grace Smith could make him feel like this.

When Heinz Jones saw Grace Smith, he wanted to bully her.

No, he had to make a phone call.

So, Heinz Jones dialed the number again. He lit a cigarette and took a puff.

Soon, Heinz Jones' call got through.

Grace Smith's impatient voice rang, "What are you doing? It's already late in the midnight, can I sleep?" Grace Smith yelled.

Heinz Jones almost jumped in anger. Heinz Jones exhaled white smoke from his lips, as the white smoke fades, his handsome face became clearer.

"I just wanted to hear your voice. Just want to make sure you are home safely." Heinz Jones answered.

Grace Smith gritted her teeth and asked, "Now that you've heard it, can I hang up now?"

Without any feelings, Grace Smith just wanted to hang up as soon as possible.

Heinz Jones was going to explode at Grace Smith's words.

Heinz Jones shouted impatiently, "What's wrong with you? Always spitting fire."

Grace Smith was stunned by the roar, and she then roared back, "Yes, I always spitfire, just like a missile, and it is very powerful. You'd better stay away from me, so it don't burn you." "Grace Smith." Heinz Jones suddenly softened his tone. "I'm just worried about you." Heinz Jones said.

This sudden change in Heinz Jones' tone stunned Grace Smith a little.

Grace Smith opened her mouth. The harsh words were stuck in her throat. "I'm sorry," Heinz Jones said again.

Grace Smith was again stunned. Heinz Jones apologized to her?

"You, you Grace Smith frowned. "Did you just apologize?" Grace Smith asked.

Heinz Jones' tone immediately became hoarse as if he was a little embarrassed. Heinz Jones had not apologized to anyone before this. Apologizing to this woman was too embarrassing for him. "That's enough." Heinz Jones resumed his dominant attitude and said in a commanding tone, "Don't be unforgiving."

Grace Smith took a deep breath; her anger subsidizing.

Inexplicably.

However, Grace Smith felt that this man's action of questioning her in the afternoon was too humiliating, and she didn't want to forgive him so soon, so she said bluntly, "I don't make sense, let alone spare you. Are you done? I'm going to bed."

"Try hanging up the phone if you dare." Heinz Jones roared.

Grace Smith held the phone. Listening to Heinz Jones' threats, Grace Smith stared at the phone and asked, "What else do you want to say?"

"You haven't said that you'll forgive me," Heinz Jones said in a low voice.

"Hmph." Grace Smith laughed and said in a cold tone, "Forgive you?"

"Yes." Heinz Jones answered.

"Why should I?" Grace Smith asked.

"I've already apologized." Heinz Jones answered.

"So I should forgive you after you apologized? Who am I then? Heinz Jones, let me tell you, I am a vengeful person. Don't ever think that I will forgive you for accusing me. I will never forgive you, and I don't want to talk to you." Grace Smith spat out all the words in one breath.