True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

"President, as you ordered, I sent Miss Smith back to the office," Lester reported, right after he returned to the manor.

Heinz stood by the window, his slender fingers holding a cigarette, exhaling fumes.

He did not speak.

Lester remained still and waited for instructions.

After a long while, Heinz asked, "Lester, shouldn't a man like me be desired by all women?"

Overwhelmed by this statement, Lester had to recover from his shock. He replied honestly, "No, President, no matter from which point of view, you are always perfectly handsome. You have a clean slate, no scandals and you have a good career. You are the most eligible bachelor in Northern City. Of course, you are worthy of every woman's desire."

Heinz fell silent.

He was as quiet as a mouse.

After a long time, Heinz puffed on his cigarette and spat out a mouthful of white smoke.

"Then why does a woman like Grace hate me?"

Lester was stunned. "Is that true?"

Heinz took another puff and suddenly said in a deep voice, "She is blind."

Lester widened his eyes, opened his mouth, and closed it immediately.

"Is she blind?" Heinz turned around and looked at Lester.

Lester felt a little uneasy. He was afraid of the president, so he nodded and said, "Well, her eyesight may not be very good."

"So, you too think that she does not like me?" Heinz immediately demanded.

Lester was scared out of his wits.

"No, president, maybe it was the way you approached her that was wrong?" Lester said.

"A woman refused me using the excuse that she is married?" Heinz sneered. "Am I so despicable?"

Lester immediately shook his head. "No, president, I just think that women may think differently from men."

"What's the difference?" Heinz questioned Lester.

"For any man out there, you are definitely an admirable role model. For the majority of women, you are also a fantastic beau."

"What about the minority of women then?" Heinz continued to ask.

"Perhaps Miss Smith is an exception." Lester didn't know much about women. He felt he might die of uneasiness. "She is not a woman who only looks at superficial things." Heinz raised his eyebrows. "You mean, I am a superficial man?"

"No, no!" Lester shook his head and hurried to explain himself. "President, I mean, Miss Smith is very different, that's why you are interested in her."

"Did I say that I'm interested in her?" Heinz asked again in a deep voice.

Lester looked at Heinz carefully, not knowing what he said wrong.

"It was you guys made a mistake and allowed for me to be photographed in secret." Heinz accused him, "You didn't do your job well, so I had to take matters into my own hands." Lester felt wronged. "You even asked her to change to a swimsuit, president. Is this called solving the problem?"

The question was, does anyone solve problems this way?

Lester did not dare to speak because he was afraid that he would say something wrong again.

"Just say it!" Heinz demanded of Lester in a deep voice, when he saw that Lester did not speak.

Lester shivered and quickly said, "What, what did you say?"

"Why didn't she desire me?" In Heinz's impression, any woman would fall in love with him.

Lester suddenly tensed up.

"Speak."

"Uh." Lester thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps, perhaps she misunderstood you as a pervert."

Heinz frowned deeply and put out his cigarette in the ashtray. He sat down and looked at Lester. "Who is a pervert?"

Lester quickly replied, "Anyone would misunderstand you if you ask them to take off their clothes while you took yours off too. If you want someone to be with you, there should be a better way.?" Heinz's pupils contracted sharply and he glanced at Lester unhappily.

Lester's face went pale. "President"

Heinz roared, "Get lost."