Mr. Jones Be Gentle (Grace) novel Chapter 292

"Childish." Grace reached out to push his hand away, but he grabbed her hand instead.

"Get in," Tyler smiled and led Grace into the passenger seat.

Grace forcefully shook off his hand and said, "Stop fooling around."

Tyler stooped down and wriggled the upper part of his body into the passenger seat. He stared at Grace closely, blinked and said, "Don't you want to vent your anger? Make his blood boil?"

"Don't be silly," Grace almost rolled her eyes. "Mr. Henley, we are adults. Can you please grow up?"

"But I think it's fun," Tyler said. "During the few months when I was kicked out of home, I had the chance to witness a lot of things and the way of the world. Watching people get all worked up is kind of satisfying."

"You're a psycho," Grace said. "Gloating over others' misfortune and enjoying it is not normal at all."

"Maybe I am," Tyler admitted. "Whenever I see someone getting mad or having bad luck, I feel ecstatic."

"Get back to your seat!" Grace pushed him away.

But Tyler wouldn't budge.

She had no choice but to pinch his face.

Tyler chuckled and quickly retreated from the

passenger seat. Still standing, he covered his face with his hands and said, "Grace, do you think with me covering my face, he'd think that we kissed?"

Grace frowned and said, "Who would kiss you?"

Tyler smiled, covered his lips and let out a cough. He closed the car door and hopped into the driver seat without looking at the Bentley. He proceeded to start the car and drove off.

In his car, Heinz looked on while the scenes unfolding before him.

There was a storm of mixed emotions in his eyes and his mouth curled into a sarcastic smile.

Lester couldn't wrap his head around it either. He kept looking toward Heinz worriedly.

But Heinz showed no expression.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly. The sunlight shone through the sunroof and fell onto his face, but it couldn't take away the sense of desolation that he was feeling.

After a long time, he finally said, "Let's go."

Lester quickly started the car and asked, "Where are we going, President?"

"Back to the office," Heinz said in a deep voice.

"Yes." Lester then took off.

On the way back, Heinz remained silent. When they were about to arrive at the office, Heinz asked, "Did Alex not come to work today?"

"No, President," Lester answered. "He took today off to attend a distant relative's wedding."

"Oh," Heinz nodded. "Where is it? he asked.

Lester was taken aback by his question. Under normal circumstances, Heinz would never bother to ask about his staffs' personal matters. Lester figured that he probably needed a distraction.

"I heard from Alex that it's held at a French restaurant in Folklore Village and the wedding reception consists of a 17- course meal. The restaurant has been catering for wedding banquets in recent years and it's always hard to get a reservation. So I suppose it's quite interesting."

"Let's go to Folklore Village then," Heinz suddenly suggested. "Let's go for a drink."

He took Lester by surprise. "Are you sure you want to go?" Lester asked.

"Yes, let's go." Heinz's brows furrowed and he looked out the window. "Attending a wedding might bring us good luck."

Lester nodded immediately. "Okay, Alex will be thrilled when he sees you."

"You're right," Grace nodded in agreement.

After parking the car, they made their way out from the parking lot. Tyler pointed to the crowd and said to Grace, "Look at those people who are smiling. They must be the family because they are genuinely happy for the newlyweds."

Grace shifted her gaze to the crowd. There were some who were indeed smiling brightly.

"Those who have their faces screwed up into a frown are the ones who're feeling sorry for their wallets," Tyler said while pointing to a smaller part of the crowd. "Most of them are forced to be here because they've got the invitation that they dreaded to receive. How would they bother to give their blessings to the newlyweds?"

Grace's eyes widened and her mouth gaped open.

She looked at Tyler in astonishment and said "Tyler, I've only just discovered that you have such a nasty habit."

"A nasty habit of saying the truth?" Tyler lifted an eyebrow and looked at her. With the sun beaming down on him, his handsome face looked even more attractive.

"No, the nasty habit of pouring cold water on some strangers' wedding day," Grace said with a laugh.

"Ha." Tyler let out a laugh too and said, "You should cherish me, Miss Smith. There aren't many people like me anymore."

Grace looked at him and broke into laughter while shaking her head. "Let's get going. I'm really hungry."

"Let's go," Tyler replied.

They made their way to the east side of the restaurant where the dining area for walk- in customers was situated.

At the same time, Lester drove into the parking lot and caught sight of Grace from afar. He exclaimed, "President! It's Miss Smith and Tyler Henley! They are here too."

Heinz frowned and looked in the direction Lester pointed to.

Sure enough, he saw Grace and Tyler walking toward the east side of the restaurant.

He knitted his brows. Seeing them getting along so well, anger welled up in his chest.