True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)
Chapter 103

"I don't remember." Jensen Charm said angrily, "It was very dark at that time. Who could see clearly in that darkness? What could I do if I have really slept with someone?" Grace Smith's face turned pale, her usually blushing cheeks instantly faded.

They spoke of the same place, with the same story and a person with the same characteristics. The uncertainty was swallowing her, there was too much fear surging in her heart. She didn't dare to think about it anymore.

She was afraid that it would become a nightmare.

She did not make a sound, but she could no longer remain calm.

"Grace?" Jensen frowned when he saw that she didn't say anything. He immediately widened his eyes in shock. "Hey, hey, we haven't done anything in the past, have we?"

Grace was still immersed in the shock. She was completely absent-minded.

She did not answer.

Jensen was stunned and he jammed his foot on the car brakes again.

Grace was almost ejected out of her seat again. When she came to her senses, she turned to look at Jensen and said in a much louder voice, "Officer Charm, why did you stop again?" "You, you, you—" Jensen pointed at her with his eyes wide open. He was staring at her as if he wanted to see through her soul and replace out if Grace had slept with him.

"Don't look at me like that. I have nothing to do with you, Officer Charm," Grace said in a low voice quickly, "So Officer Charm, don't think about it anymore, don't joke about it."

"Uh, really?" Jensen was dumbfounded and he stared back at her. He paused for a while and said, "But, why do you look so familiar? I have always felt that I've seen you somewhere before."

All of a sudden, Grace's heart was in her throat again.

"You... Have you ever been to the holiday resort on the mountains in Northen City?" Jensen asked again.

Grace's heart jolted. "I've been there, but I'm sure I don't know you," She replied.

His words and his gaze, were contorting her reality. It have her an ominous feeling.

Even she was now frightened by what the the result would be.

"You... Don't tell me you're with someone-"

"No." Grace interrupted him in a cold voice, "I'm not you. I have a sense of morality."

"No, in fact, I only did it once," Jensen defended himself and sat up straight while touching his face with both hands. "I didn't know who I slept with that one night, so I'm afraid that I actually owe her soemthing." "Drive," Grace said in a low voice, "I'm going to be late."

"It's really not you?" Jensen asked again.

"Of course," Grace reassured him coldly.

Jensen started the car again and drove quickly toward the newspaper office.

In their remaining time together, both Jensen and Grace fell into awkwardness and did not speak.

The atmosphere was very quiet and uneasy.

When they arrived at the newspaper office, Grace said to Jensen in a mechanical tone, as if she were reading from a script, "Officer Charm, thank you for sending me here. I'll update before we publish of the missing person notices."

"OK." Jensen nodded and took a deep look at her.

However, Grace lowered her eyes and did not look at him. She quickly turned around and entered the newspaper office.

Looking at her back, Jensen's eyes were full of surprise.

He took out his phone and made a call. "Please help me to check the rental records for the campsite on the mountain holiday resort from six years ago. Find out if there is anyone names 'Grace Smith' who had rented a tent."

After hanging up the phone, he was stunned for a while, then he drove away.

Grace reported her new case to Hermione Lowe in the newspaper office, then she left and went straight to Jones Estate.

Jensen had left the office.

She took a bus to Jones Estate, feeling a sense of inexplicable bitterness in her heart during the ride

Why did Jensen seem more and more likely to be Little Gary's father?

Undeniably, Little Gary looked very much like Heinz Jones.

At Jones Estate.

This time, bringing the access tag along, Grace was allowed to enter.

She looked at her watch. There were only five minutes left before she would need to head upstairs.

As soon as she arrived on the floor for the President's office, the secretary told her, "Miss Smith, President Jones has been waiting for you for a long time. Please go in immediately."

Grace hesitated and nodded. "Alright, thank you."

At the President's office, she looked at the large and cold name plaque on the door, her heart full of unspeakable feelings. She didn't know how to adjust her feelings as she entered the room to face Heinz. What happened earlier today made her decision of becoming Heinz's girlfriend sound so ridiculous.

Could she still be Heinz's girlfriend?

She was in a daze.

The door opened suddenly and Lester came out. As soon as he saw her, he immediately said, "Miss Smith, you're here. Come in."

He moved aside and let her in.

Grace nodded and walked in.

Heinz was sitting on a big chair. When he looked up at her, he could already sense the abnormality in her behaviour.

He immediately said, "Grace, why are you late?"

Grace was stunned and she raised her head to look at him. His sharp gaze was locked on her, and his features were godly.

Putting aside other factors, Heinz's was truly her dream man in terms of appearance.

But now, what should she do?

"I was not late," Grace said with her bitter voice. She quickly lowered her head, walked to her seat and looked at Heinz after putting down her large bag. He was looking at her curiously, and his eyes were full of inquisitive sharpness.

"Did you meet Jensen?" Heinz asked in a deep voice.

Grace froze and nodded quickly. "Yes, I met Officer Charm. He sent me to the newspaper office, and then I came to Jones Estate on my own,"

She answered his question frankly but did not mention what they had discussed in the car.

She watched Heinz staring at herself with furrowed brows, his eyes were particularly bright and sharp.

Being stared at by him, she felt as if she was sitting on pins and needles. She could only look back at him and ask, "Why were you looking for me?"

"Come here," Heinz said.

Grace was in a daze again. She didn't know where to put her hands, wringing them nervously.

She pursed her lips and walked toward Heinz.

Slowly. Every step she took was very slow.

He had been staring at her for a long time and her unreasonably slow pace was frustrating him. Hence, he urged her, "Hurry up, don't dawdle. I can't wait any longer." Her heart was pounding, but she tried to cover it up and asked, "What can't you wait to do?"

"My winnings," He replied in a deep voice.

Grace suddenly stopped.

Heinz stood up quickly and walked towards her.

Thump! Thump!

Her heart was beating wildly.

Grace felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest, not because she was nervous, but because she felt guilty.

She felt more fear in her heart.

If the man in front of her was not Little Gary's father, would she still have the courage to fall in love with him?

The answer must be no.

The reason why she mustered up all her courage to be with him was mostly because he might be Little Gary's father.

But now, what Jensen said had messed her mind up.

Grace watched Heinz appear in front of her in a flash. Without saying a word, he lifted her delicate chin with his slender fingers and looked at her with a kind of lethality.

He asked in a low voice, "Why are you unhappy? Don't you think it will affect my mood if you have this moody face on this early in the morning?"