Mr. Jones Be Gentle (Grace) novel Chapter 231

A tall man got out of the car. Then, he walked towards Hermione's car and opened the door of the front passenger seat.

"Mr. Jones?" Hermione looked at Heinz Jones, who was standing beside her car in shock. It was obvious that he was going to take Grace away.

Anger welled up within Heinz's chest when he saw Grace in an awkward predicament.

"Who did this to you? Was it the crazy woman from the Quell family?" Heinz asked angrily.

‘D*mn it ! How could she treat my woman in this way?’ He thought furiously.

Grace hadn't expected him to come so soon. They had just come out of newspaper office.

Heinz was consumed by anger. Seeing that Grace was stunned, he asked Hermione, "Madam Lowe, is this how you protect my woman?"

Hermione was stunned. She apologized, "Mr. Jones, it's all my fault. It's true that I didn't handle it well."

Grace immediately said, "No, it wasn't like that. The chief editor did her best."

No one had expected it to happen.

"It's my fault indeed. Mr. Jones, please calm down." Hermione said politely.

"Follow me." Heinz said. Then, he reached out his hand and grabbed Grace's arm, wanting her to get out of the car.

Grace pulled her hand back when she saw the sticky liquid of the eggs was still on it.

"Please don't touch me. It's dirty," she told him.

Heinz ignored her and said coldly to Hermione, "I'm going to take her away. She has to take a leave today."

After saying that, he reached out another hand to take Grace out of the car forcefully.

She felt helpless. She said to Hermione, "Chief editor, I..."

"Grace, please go with Mr. Jones. Don't worry. I will come up with another plan on this matter. She can't bully other people in this way," Hermione interrupted her.

Heinz did not say anything as he held Grace's hand and walked towards his car.

Then, he drove away to his villa on the mountain.

Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the villa. Heinz drove the car directly into the garage and the both of them walked straight into the villa from there.

They did not bump into any servants.

Grace suddenly realized that Heinz had arranged all this on purpose. Perhaps he didn't want her to be embarrassed?

They went straight into the bedroom on the second floor as soon as they just entered the house.

He was holding her hands.

Grace said in a low voice, "I can walk on my own.

The smell is foul."

However, Heinz didn't say anything. He continued to hold her hand and lead her upstairs.

Grace had no choice but to let him hold her hand.

They entered the bathroom in the bedroom.

He turned on the tap and adjusted the temperature of the water before straightening up and looking at her.

Grace was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to look up. She just lowered her head and said, "I can do it myself."

However, Heinz held her into his arms immediately.

He said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry for pretending to be a gentleman today and just bring you back like that. What respect...Well, this is the price of respect.

Grace had mixed feelings after hearing this. She felt s"ad yet blissful at the same time.

She took a deep breath. His masculine scent wafted into her nose mixed in with the foul smell of the eggs.

She whispered, "I'm fine."

"Look at you. How can you say that you're fine?" he asked angrily.

Her heart felt warm at his words.

Heinz was so angry that he did not know how to vent out his anger, instead resorting to holding her in his arms.

However, this was not his fault at all.

She sighed and turned off the tap, ready to step into the bathtub to take a bath.

Her entire body was stained with egg fluid, which would leave a psychological shadow.

Someone opened the door as soon as she just got into the bathtub.

Grace hugged herself subconsciously.

Heinz opened the door with a bathrobe in his hand. His eyes lit up when he saw her sitting in the bathtub.

Grace retreated deeper into the water and whispered, "Please put it down and go out."

Heinz hung the bathrobe on the hanger and stared at Grace, unmoving.

"Please go now. I'll take a bath myself," she said awkwardly.

"Well, what you just said reminded me to help you to wash your hair."

After saying that, he took off his blazer and threw it into the laundry basket. Then, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his tanned and muscular hands.

He squatted down beside the bathtub and looked at Grace.

"Heinz. Please don't be like this. I'll feel embarrassed," she said.

Heinz was still staring at Grace.

Grace looked at him cautiously, her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment.

Heinz sighed and said, "Fine. I'll let you do it yourself."

Upon hearing this, Grace breathed a sigh of relief.

He stood up and turned around to walk out.

Looking at his back, Grace noticed that it was upright. She watched him go out and closed the door. It was only then that she felt relaxed.