Chapter 857 The Race to the Upper Hand

"Yup." Grace nodded.

Looking into Heinz's eyes, she said, word by word, "Heinz, we don't look alike, so we definitely don't share the same father, right?"

"Haven't I told you not to think about anything else? Why are you still on it?" Heinz's tone was slightly heavy.

Grace immediately hooked her arms around his neck. She smiled, and could not help but say, "Heinz, you are really good-looking, much better than your father. We look miles apart, so I am relieved now."

"Then, keep that in mind and be whipped for me!" After saying this, Heinz lowered his head and kissed her lips. After a while, he said, "Don't mention Lawrence. I don't want to talk about them either; it makes me sick to the stomach. Especially now, we'd better make a few rounds of love to deepen our relationship. It's a lot better than thinking about them."

She looked at Heinz speechlessly. "Can you not be so direct about it?"

"Does it imply that you want it too?" Heinz asked.