Grace Smith gawked at him, a hint of embarrassment flashed before her eyes.
"Heinz—" The word came out of her mouth, but her breath was blocked.
Both their breaths converged, and the atmosphere was so quiet.
"I've tried..." Heinz Jones whispered in her ear, "...to let you go, but you keep on provoking me."
Grace looked at him stunned. She stared at his eyes, and took a breath. "It seems that you are the one who is controlling me."
The implication of her words was very obvious. She meant that it was Heinz who took the initiative to want her.
She didn't want to be mocked by him.
"Oh!" Heinz stared at her with his deep eyes. "You never want to suffer any losses, don't you?"
His words made her take a deep breath and look at him innocently with her big eyes.
Heinz sighed, lowered his head and leaned against her ear. "Grace."
"Yes?" Grace asked.