......
Half an hour later.
Heinz embraced Grace, and whispered in her neck, "Thank you, Honey. Thank you for your hard work."
She blushed and replied, "Why are you thanking me? It's what I should do."
The instant she said this, she was actually a little embarrassed.
After all, she felt quite awkward doing something that she wouldn't normally do.
Fortunately, she could help him.
He was silent for quite some time.
Perhaps he was too moved because she was being sincerely considerate towards him.
All the forbearance and persistence were meaningful after all.
She understood him.
She was willing to do anything for him.
Heinz felt sorry for her, but touched at the same time.
"Honey, you are so nice," he repeated.
Grace shivered at his words and requested softly, "Let me rest for a while and help me massage my hands. They're a little tired."
She shook her hands, and he immediately nodded. He took her hands and gave her a massage.