True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

Chapter 172

Heinz frowned and narrowed his eyes.

Marry stared at him and smiled faintly at Heinz's apprehension towards her.

"Mr. Jones, we are quite similar don't you think? I don't even care that my sister and Simon had been

together in the past. Trust me, I know what you are feeling right now."

"Who do you think you are?" Heinz replied without a care.

"I'm Grace's sister." Marry knew exactly what would strike Heinz's nerves. Even if he said that he didn't

care, it is all but a pretence.

This is nature of men.

They are territorial, and possessive over what they think belonged to them.

Heinz did not speak. He just looked at Marry coldly.

Marry smiled wryly and explained patiently, "The reason I wanted the development rights of that piece

of land is because it holds the most beautiful memories of my husband with his first love. I heard that

they had their first kiss there."

His eyes trembled violently.

Heinz clenched his fists tightly, suppressing every ounce of anger rippling through his body.

Seeing Heinz trying his best to maintain his composure, Marry smiled and continued, "If I am

able to acquire the rights for my husband, I believe he will be very grateful to me. Honestly, I do not

care for this small infatuation between my sister and my husband. What I want is a long-term love."

Heinz glared at her. If only he was able to make her disappear this instant.

His long, dark eyelashes batted against his fiery eyes as his thin lips curved upwards.

"Mr. Jones, are you angry?" Marry prodded.

A cold smile appeared on Heinz's face as he answered coolly, "Angry? Why would I be angry?"

"Oh." Marry was not done. She blinked her eyes lightly and spoke softly, "I thought you would be upset.

I didn't expect Mr. Jones to be as open-minded as I am. We know what we want, don't we." All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Suddenly, Heinz reached out his hand and pulled Marry's lower jaw, caressing it lightly.

Marry smiled. "What are you doing, Mr. Jones?"

"You have such a beautiful face, but why do you possess such an ugly heart?"

"Oh no!” Marry retorted, albeit gracefully. "Mr. Jones, why would you say something so terrible."

Marry scrutinised the man in front of her. His eyes were filled with pride and arrogance, his features so

many times more handsome than Simon's.

His aura so charming that it would attract anyone's attention in his presence.

Marry blinked her eyes slightly, "Mr. Jones, you are very handsome, but please do not play tricks on

me.

I only have my husband in my heart. I am not a woman who goes around sleeping with other men. I'm

not that easy."

She was indirectly insulting Grace.

He pulled her jaw with a little more force. His grip hurt, but Marry was not afraid. She just looked at him

and kept smiling.

It was when Heinz exerted more force that Marry winced at the pain. "Mr Jones, why are you being so

rough on a helpless woman like me? It wouldn't look good on you if someone happens to see this."

"Enough!" Heinz shouted coldly.

"Marry, you are very despicable." he uttered darkly.

"So what?" Marry smiled, "As long as my husband thinks I'm good, I don't care about what others

think."

Heinz raised his eyebrows and stared at her. There were no words that could describe how much he

despised her.

"You'll never get the development rights for that piece of land."

Marry shrugged her shoulders, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't expecting that. Well, it's not all that bad if

you have the rights anyway. Perhaps you could build a memorial on behalf of my sister. We're family

after all. That might seem better in fact."

Heinz's eyes narrowed again.

Marry tugged on Heinz's hand on her face, a smirk appearing across her lips. "Mr. Jones, you really

shouldn't be acting this way. Wouldn't it be awkward if my sister sees it?"

Heinz flicked her hands away and stared at the bruise he inflicted on her jaw.

"You are so touchy. Don't you know my sister dislike that? Be careful she might just misunderstand that

you're interested in me."

"Ha!" Heinz sneered. "You must really think very highly of yourself."

Ting—

The elevator doors opened in front of them.

Marry smiled at him, "Very well then. I shall take my leave now Mr Jones. However may I suggest that

you reconsider your decision. The garden holds a special place for my husband. I believe he was

planning on discussing with my sister on how to maintain this special place of theirs."

Marry left with a smile.

Heinz unlocked his car and sat on the driver's seat. After a couple of minutes, he suddenly got out of

the car and walked back into the building.

Grace thought that she was able to rest now that Heinz had left.

Just then someone knocked on the door. She flipped over and saw Simon standing against the wall. He

was wearing a hospital gown. He looked much thinner and his eyes were bloodshot.

He looked at Grace in silence, his eyes not blinking. "May I come in?"

Grace unconsciously frowned and said grumpily, "Why do you want to come in? I have nothing to say

to you."

Simon had already walked in and closed the door behind him.

He said, "Grandma's garden-"

"Both of you are really funny.” Grace muttered, "Why are the two of you looking for me one by one?"

Simon looked at her with warm eyes, but his expression was weary. He said with a wry smile, "I just

hope that the garden can be preserved."

"Get out." Grace did not know what else to say to him.

Simon took out a letter from his hospital gown, "Grandma left a will for you."

Grace was stunned, and her eyes were full of astonishment.

Simon looked tired. "Marry didn't know that Grandma wrote you a letter. When Grandma passed, she

was very regretful."

Grace's heart suddenly ached.

Her grandmother died the second year after she left home. Later, she heard from Alice that Marry and

Simon had kept her grandmother company during her last moments.

Just thinking about it caused her so much pain that she could hardly breathe.

A wry smile appeared on Simon's lips. He was exhausted and said, "I had just gone through surgery to

my stomach. Can I sit down?"

Grace didn't say a word and looked at the letter in Simon's hands.

Simon walked over and handed the letter to her. "I kept this letter in my office drawer for five years.

This morning I got my assistant to bring it to me here. Your sister doesn't know about this."

Grace missed her grandmother greatly, as she reached out to take the letter.

She opened the letter frantically, recognising the handwriting on it.

Her grandmother's handwriting was graceful and firm, just as how her grandmother was when she was

still alive.

Simon sat down on the sofa and rubbed gently on his sore stomach, "You should take your time to read

the letter. Grandma was very worried about you."

Grace did not move.

Her line of sight fell on the letter. Before she could continue reading it, tears welled up in her eyes

Simon looked at her and stood up. He took some tissues and walked over to her.

Grace's tears rolled down her cheeks.

Simon handed the tissues to her but she wasn't aware of them at all.

Simon then reached out to wipe her tears away from her face.

At this moment, Heinz was standing by the door.