True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)
Chapter 403

Heinz's guilt grew intense as Grace continued to stare at him.

He had been feeling that Grace seemed to know everything. Was it because he had hid something himself? Was that why he felt so guilty?

Looking at his reaction, Grace wanted to say something but stopped herself. She had a lot of things on her mind and also felt that Heinz seemed to be feeling guilty for some reason.

Now that she had known his secrets, she gained a little more sense of security.

She was no longer feeling so anxious, and she was no longer afraid of losing him.

It was clear that Heinz cared about Little Gary. He had intended to make up with her even before knowing Little Gary's background.

That was crucial.

If Heinz had no feelings for Grace, he wouldn't have to lower himself.

Therefore, after experiencing all those things, Grace felt that everything was not as bad as she thought it would be.

Perhaps, everything was perfect.

In many situations, people tended to imagine the worst possible outcomes.

But at that moment, Grace felt that the positives had outweighed the negatives.

Therefore, she decided to be brave.

After a long silence, Grace looked at Heinz's struggling expression and said, "You're not going to talk?"

He immediately shook his head. "No, it's just that I'm too touched."

He was hesitating whether he should tell Grace everything and be totally honest with her.

The more he struggled mentally, the more he felt he had wronged Grace.

Her kindness had only further emphasized how despicable he was.

Heinz was afraid. He was afraid that Grace would turn around and leave as soon as she knew everything about his past.

He couldn't afford to lose her.

Definitely not!

"You're so easily touched." Grace felt that Heinz was really cute sometimes.

"Grace, you are very kind." Heinz was getting emotional, but he tried to restrain himself. "You are really a very nice woman. Thank you for your understanding." "Anything else?" Grace asked.

Heinz fixed his intense gaze on her, his eyes full of complex emotions. "I won't let you down for the rest of my life."

"Okay," Grace nodded. "Fine, I believe in you."

He still couldn't muster up the courage to tell her everything. Thus, Grace didn't continue asking.

She felt that when the time came, Heinz would definitely open his heart and tell her everything.

Perhaps, for Heinz, it was not the right time yet.

"Don't be so hard on him," she told herself.

She should trust him completely. Life would be easier.

"Thank you,"1 Heinz said. Then, he lowered his head and searched for her lips again, kissing her passionately.

"Hey, stop that," Grace pushed him away. "I have to start cooking."

"I've told you that Butler Holland would deliver food to us." Heinz did not want to let go. "I can't have you now, and if you wouldn't let me kiss you, I'll go crazy."

"You're bullying me," Grace said.

"Yeah, that's my intention!" Heinz caressed the area around her ear for a long time before letting go and said in an extremely restrained voice, "Ah! Why are you on your period?"

He was frustrated that he couldn't release his desire.

"You only have yourself to blame. You don't have to do this, but you kept on teasing me," Grace said.

"That's because I like you." Heinz smiled bitterly. He only had a little fun before Grace was on her period. It didn't hit the spot and he was getting impatient. "It has been so many days," he complained. Grace smiled and pushed him away. "I really have to go out."

Coincidentally, the doorbell rang the moment Grace stepped out of the room.

She opened the door quickly.

It was Butler Holland. Standing next to him was another man carrying two boxes of food in his hands.

As soon as he saw Grace, he said respectfully, "Miss Smith, sorry to keep you waiting."

"Not at all, Butler Holland. I'm sorry to trouble you to come all the way."

"You don't have to be so courteous to them!" Heinz said from behind. "If you really feel bad, move in with us! So that Butler Holland won't have a hard time traveling around."

"That's right, Miss Smith. It's better to move in with Mr. Heinz and Young Master Ernest. We would take care of the two kids. So that you can spend some quality time with Mr. Heniz!" Butler Holland had a way with his words.

Heinz nodded with satisfaction and agreed.

Feeling embarrassed, Grace turned to look at Heinz.

Heinz smiled at her nonchalantly and said to Butler Holland, "Do as I said and prepare a room for Little Gary, so that he could go and stay any time. Also, make sure my room is equipped with everything Grace needs."

"Yes!" Butler Holland handed the food over to Grace and left with his man.

Grace put down the food and opened the boxes one by one.

There was an array of dishes. They looked exquisite, delicious, and nutritious.

"Wow!" she exclaimed in surprise. "These dishes are as good as those made by professional chefs."

"The menu is especially designed by professional nutritionists," Heinz said. "I've hired the best people for Ernest. They took great care of him."

Grace nodded. "But no matter how good they are, they are not his parents."

Heinz glanced at her and understood what she meant. He nodded and said to her in a low voice, "That's why he needs a good mom like you."

"I like Ernest," Grace said softly. "When I see him, it's like seeing Little Gary. You might not be able to understand that feeling."

Heinz nodded at her and said, "I can see that you like him. Your eyes wouldn't lie."

"Huh?" Grace was in a daze.

"The kind and soft look you have in your eyes when you look at Ernest," Heinz recalled. "They're warm and bright with motherly love."

Grace burst into laughter. "You're exaggerating!"

"It's true," he said sincerely. "I won't lie to you. That's what I've seen."

Grace shrugged, "At least that's a compliment. It's rare to hear you say something pleasant, you know." "Am I always so mean?" Heinz asked with a surprise look on his face. He was particularly concerned about his innage in Grace's mind.

"Yes," she admitted honestly. "You tend to hurl insults at others when you're mad. You don't care about their feelings at all."

Heinz frowned. A complicated emotion flashed across his eyes as he asked, "Am I that bad?"

After thinking for a while, Grace looked at him and said, "It's not that bad. Maybe it just slipped your mind."

"Why do I feel that the person you're talking about isn't me?" Heinz furrowed his brows. "He sounds like someone without manners."

"It's not about manners." Grace didn't think it's that serious. "You are just aggressive. Especially when you are provoked, you are a ball of fire," she said matter-of-factly.

Heinz looked at her with a blank expression. Was that really him she was describing?

Grace added, "Of course, I'll do the same. If you provoke me, I won't let things off the hook so easily."

Heinz took a deep breath and stepped forward to help tidy up the meal boxes. He took out all the dishes from the box and placed them on the table.

"Fine. I'll try to change." Heinz's attitude was sincere. "Please remind me."

"You don't really have to do that," Grace laughed lightly.

"But I feel really bad," Heinz said humbly.

While they were talking, the door swung open.