Mr. Jones Be Gentle (Grace) novel Chapter 449

With a slight quiver, Grace looked at the warmth in Heinz's eyes, and she was touched even more.

She really could feel Heinz's love for her.

Her heart instantly softened and she stared at Heinz in a daze.

He was really handsome. He had a perfect figure that was comparable to a model.

His shoulders were wide and his hips were narrow. He was indeed a very handsome man.

With or without clothes, he had a different style and temperament.

She looked down slightly and was suddenly stunned. She saw Heinz's scars clearly at a glance.

She recalled the last time she saw a scar on him.

Now, when she looked at him again, her mood changed.

Her heart ached a little.

Her hand was faster than her thoughts. When she felt the pain in her heart, she reached out and gently stroked the scar. She could not help asking softly, "How did you get hurt here?"

"It's been five or six years already," Heinz said. "I was capturing a person with Jensen and was attacked."

Grace was stunned, and there was a flash of worry in her eyes.

It seemed that Heinz had also been affected.

She could not help but think of Alice.

Heinz said, "It's been six years, and it's alright now. Besides, I personally participated in the arrest, so it's normal for me to be affected."

After saying that, Heinz pulled her hand down and looked at her.

It was unclear whether it was because she was embarrassed or because she had taken a bath before, but her face looked pink and particularly enchanting.

"It must hurt," she muttered and looked up at him.

"It's okay." He smiled, and his gaze fell below her neck. "Grace!"

"Yes?"

Heinz lowered his head and approached her, his eyes full of tenderness.

They looked at each other in silence.

Just by looking at each other in this way, they seemed to have figured out what was on each other's mind.

Grace said, "If you want to do it, just do it then."

Heinz was stunned, and his eyes flashed with surprise.

However, Grace felt a little embarrassed. It took her some courage to say things like this.

"Silly girl." He smiled. "Do you know what that means to me?" "What?" Grace asked in a low voice. "A stimulation." With a flash of light in his eyes, he stared deeply at her.

"Don't say that." She turned her head and did not dare to look into his dark eyes.

She turned her head to the side, and he lowered his head beside her ear. There was a faint aroma on her body, a result of the shower she took earlier.

"I won't let you go," he whispered, "If I let you go, I'd be a real fool."

She didn't speak, but his voice echoed in her ear. His voice was low, husky and hot, pouncing on her eardrum.

Heinz's hands found their way to her waist, neither too fast nor too slow.

He wasn't in the slightest bit of a rush, and he was exceptionally patient. He gave Grace enough time to adapt and prepare herself.

After a long time, he said, "Grace, look at me."

Grace had no choice but to turn her head and look into his eyes, looking at him.

His black hair was a little messy, and a few strands of wet hair hung around his face, covering his long and narrow eyes, which made him look sexy, handsome, and domineering.

"Do you think we should open the umbrella now, or later?" He asked.

"The umbrella?" Grace was shocked and didn't realize what he was referring to at all.

It wasn't raining.

Only when she came to her senses did she understand the meaning of his words.

She immediately turned her face away. "It's up to you."

She didn't have the ability to know about it. She hadn't experienced too many things like this.

"Then let's wait," he said. "Don't worry. I won't let you hit the jackpot."

She was even more embarrassed, and couldn't look at him.

He just stared at her deeply, his eyes glued on her face.

Grace was also convinced.

She was helpless when he stared at her. She looked into his eyes, and simply hooked her arms around his neck, pulled him down, and kissed him.

Heinz suddenly froze and held her in his arms.

Only after a very long time, he opened the umbrella and walked through the rain with her.

It was ten o'clock. With the little strength she had left, Grace got up and quickly put on her swimsuit.

"Do you want to swim?" Heinz sounded beside her.

She did not look at him and said in a sad tone, "I don't have the strength now. I don't know if I can swim."

"It's a good thing that you know your limit. I think you really don't have the strength to swim." He looked down at her and had already put on his swimsuit. He raised the corner of his mouth and said lazily, "You can beg me to take you so you don't need to use your strength."

After giving him a sidelong glance, she said, "No, I won't beg you."

She almost fell down when she tried to stand up.

Heinz grabbed her arm to support her. "Be careful, don't be arrogant."

Grace ignored him and went outside.

Heinz stared at her back. The only thing left on his body was the marks she had left on him.

He felt warmth in his heart. Grace belonged to him.

This kind of feeling was boundlessly beautiful and extremely satisfying.

He smiled and followed behind her.

As soon as he went out, he froze.

He saw Grace holding a lifebuoy in her hands. She put it around her body, then glanced at him and said, "I don't need your support. This lifebuoy will keep me safe."

Heinz laughed and said, "That's Ernest's lifebuoy."

"I'll borrow it." She was not confident that she could swim to the other side. Besides, her skills were not good enough, either.

Heinz walked up to her and said, "Keep you safe? The lifebuoy can't protect you like I can!"