Chapter 93 Truth and Deceit

Heinz Jones was silent. He glanced at her, then he took her hand and pulled her into his embrace. "How many more men do you need to spy on? Isn't it enough to spy on me?"

Grace Smith was locked in his embrace. She was overcame by his masculine scent, urgent and desirable. She took a deep breath and retorted, "I enjoyed watching you, but I couldn't get a clear glimpse of you. I would like to spy on many more."

Heinz Jones narrowed his eyes and his voice became hoarse. "Really? Would you like a better view?"

Grace felt herself tensing up. Of course not.

She was not some maniac.

It was just empty words.

To prevent the conversation from getting even more awkward, she avoided eye contact, concealing her inner agitation, and stayed calm.

He placed his hand on her chin. "That means a yes." Heinz Jones said earnestly.

"No." Grace denied immediately.

Her face was being held by him, her gaze was so close to him.