Mr. Jones Be Gentle (Grace) novel Chapter 19

Grace suddenly felt that she could not escape anymore. Since it was this way, so be it, let's go all out.

"Bang! Bang!" Two loud slaps came from behind.

Grace immediately turned around and saw Chen fall to the ground.

"Pfft —" Grace couldn't help laughing. She accidentally stretched her facial muscles and screamed in pain.

The man beside her cast sharp eyes on her face playfully.

Grace felt it and immediately looked up. When she saw his deep eyes, she immediately restrained herself and said with a poker face, "Mr. Jones, that photo was taken by me. I apologize. Just do whatever you want to me."

Heinz raised his eyebrows. "You admit it now?"

Grace nodded. "Even if I don't admit it, you won't let me go. So, I would rather admit it. I took the photos."

"Then why does it state Lilian as the publisher of the news? Heinz asked.

Grace paused and asked, "Mr. Jones must have known it already. Why bother asking?"

"I want to hear it from you." Heinz said loudly.

In a flash, they arrived at the side of the car.

Heinz opened the car door, put her in the passenger seat, and Grace sat inside. Heinz sat in the driver's seat and started the car.

Grace hesitated for a while and said, "As I said before, I need to become an official employee."

Grace felt a little helpless. She regretted that she did the transfer to be an official paparazzi of this small magazine company, she might not be suitable for it after all.

After a moment of silence, Grace laughed at herself, "That's it."

Heinz said, "The credit has been snatched by someone else but when there’s a problem, they throw you under the bus to clean up the mess. Well, what's the point of becoming a full-time worker under such a boss?"

Grace was stunned. She didn't expect that this man understood it all. She smiled again and said with great self-mockery, "Yes, it doesn't make sense. I have even offended you."

"Now that you've figured it out, it's not too late," Heinz said.

Grace was stunned and suddenly caught something was off. She looked at Heinz with wide eyes and said, "Mr. Jones, do you mean you are not going to blame me for this?"

Heinz drove the car leisurely and did not rush to answer. His handsome face was carrying a meaningful smirk. His tall body leaned against the chair, making the whole space seem narrow and oppressive.

The palm print on her face was very deep, Chenhad slapped her really hard

Heinz opened a bottle of ointment he bought. The ointment helps ease blood circulation. He squeezed out some paste, put it on his finger, and reached out for Grace's face.

Grace backed off subconsciously.

Heinz leaned forward and Grace leaned further back. However, she was against the door now with no way out.

Then, Heinz applied the ointment onto her face.

A cooling sensation came, with a hint of a minty fragrance, instantly relieving the feeling of swelling and pain on her face.

Grace froze there and stared with watery eyes at the man in front of her

Heinz's eyes were deep and calm like a cold pond that could suck people's souls in easily.

Grace still felt embarrassed and awkward. She twisted her body and tried to refuse.

"Don't move." Heinz’ s voice was hoarse, showing a firm determination that is hard to be refused.