Chapter 127 Gave You My \"First Time\"

Grace Smith was really a graceful young lady. She always looked well put together and it made people around her feel comfortable.

The only thing strange about her expression was that she looked like she was on the guillotine.

What kind of expression was that?

Didn't she want to see him?

Heinz Jones frowned and said in a deep voice, "What's wrong? Are you frustrated that you had to send me the draft?"

Grace smiled slightly, to cover up her awkwardness and said, "No, it's my honour to send it to you."

"I don't catch any sense of honour on your face," Heinz said

Grace took a deep breath and muttered, "You don't have good eyesight. Who can you blame on?"

"Hmm," Heinz's voice was cold. "My eyesight is not good? I think you just did not want to come here."

"No," Grace shook her head and said calmly, "It's my honour to see you again, Mr. Jones."

"Don't put on an act for me. I don't buy this." Heinz said.