Chapter 16

Grace only knew her clothes were messed up, but she didn’t realize there were marks on her neck. Her skin was naturally pale, and after a heated situation with Yancey, her cheeks were a little flushed. When she saw that no one was behind Ethan’s wheelchair, she quickly stepped forward.

“Mr. Henderson,” she called.

She placed her hands on the wheelchair and spoke sincerely, “Get lost.”

She thought she must have misheard him.

“Are you heading to the penthouse? Let me take you there.”

Ethan maneuvered his wheelchair on his own, passing right by her. Grace stood frozen for a moment, then realized he had just rejected her.

She took a deep breath and decided it wasn’t worth trying to bother him anymore. She found her desk, which was, of course, just outside Yancey’s office.

There were several members among the younger generation of the Henderson family. Although Ethan was much older than Yancey, they were actually the same age. Every member of the Henderson family interned at Henderson Group.

Ethan was Jordan’s youngest son, born only in Jordan’s later years. Because of his talent and intelligence, he was designated heir at an early age. Although his position had been constantly attacked throughout the years, Ethan had never been harmed. However, two years ago, he lost the use of his legs and has been confined to a wheelchair since then.

People had thought the accident would cause him to lose his place as heir, but Jordan said nothing, leaving the family in a state of unrest.

Grace sat down at her desk, and when Yancey saw her, he noted, “And you’re saying you’re not here to chase after me?”

Grace took a deep breath and locked up her files as a young woman walked over, dumping a pile of paperwork onto her desk. She ordered, “You’re new, right? Get this organized by tomorrow.”

The woman rolled her eyes, her disdain for Grace clear.

Grace didn’t respond, silently opening the first file. People in the next cubicle quietly whispered, “Isn’t that Grace? How’d she end up in the department?”

“Isn’t she just trying to chase after Yancey? Didn’t you see how he acted toward her? How embarrassing! I wouldn’t have the guts to keep bothering someone like that.”

“This is just the beginning; she’ll keep causing trouble. You’ll see her slap any woman who gets too close to Yancey. It’s unbelievable that the HR department actually let someone like her in.”

Grace pretended she didn’t hear them and kept working through the files. It wasn’t until 9:00 pm that she was done. The department was nearly empty.

She yawned, putting the last file down and getting up to leave, only to see Yancey walk into the department.

When Yancey saw her, a hint of disdain crossed his face. “I said I’d have dinner with you, but I ended up having to check on Alice because she had a fever. Sorry I kept you waiting.”

Grace had been in a bad mood all day because it was her first day working late. Hearing him say that, a spark of irritation flared up inside her. Yancey tapped his pen, his expression full of arrogance. “Forget it. By now, all the restaurants are probably closed. How about I kiss you instead?” Her lips twitched. She honestly thought Yancey had lost his mind.

She grabbed her keys, ready to leave, but Yancey grabbed her wrist. His fingers tightened on her chin as he leaned in to kiss her. Grace’s skin crawled. “Yancey, are you serious?”

“If you’re not going to take an interest in me, you’d better not bother anyone.”

Yancey stepped back, eyeing her warily. “Are you planning to kick me again? Grace, are you done making a scene? I’m starting to get down, or next time, I’ll kiss you whether you want it or not.”

Grace’s temper flared, and her cheeks turned red from his arrogant words. Yancey noticed the change in her usually calm face. He’d been hesitant about kissing her, but now he wasn’t so sure it was such a bad idea after all. He had to admit that Grace was definitely attractive.

Grace scoffed and walked past him. “You still smell like Alice’s perfume—the Lonely Rose. She’s obsessed with that scent.”

“Are you jealous?” Yancey smirked as he asked.

Grace had already stepped into the elevator. Hearing his words, she didn’t even feel angry anymore. She was strangely calm.