Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

The two of them were husband and wife now, but it was all for the contract, so naturally, they were supposed to sleep in separate rooms.

She was never picky with where she slept, and this little sofa was comfortable enough. At the very least, it was better than her single bed in her old place, so she thought she’d be able to fall asleep soon enough.

But the sound of running water continued to stimulate every one of Blanca’s nerves. She stared at the doorway to the bathroom, wide awake.

Everything that had just happened was just too ridiculous.

She was married. To a man she’d only known for three days!

And that man was just one flimsy wall away, inside … showering.

Realizing that, Blanca’s face burned.

Everything that had happened inside the bathroom seemed to replay over a reel in her head…

Flashing still before her were Matthew’s deep eyes, his hot breath by her ear, the warmth of his arm on her shoulder.

He was pretty handsome, and kind to go with it…

Thinking of all that, Blanca hugged the blankets to herself, buried her face in them, and shut her eyes.

Sleep… sleep…

Just quit your weird thoughts, Blanca!

It was just that her hand had been forced! It was all to find her parents earlier! That was it, yeah!

When Matthew came out of the bathroom in a robe, he saw Blanca curled up like a rabbit in the covers.

She’d fallen asleep before she’d known it.

Matthew came up to her, looked at her slightly trembling eyelashes and her fetal form, as if she lacked even the most basic sense of security, and his heart softened.

The following morning, Blanca woke up and found herself sleeping in a bed.

She sat bolt upright, looked to the side, and found Matthew next to her, also opening his eyes just now.

“Wh-wh-wh-why are you in bed too?” Wait, that wasn’t right. “I mean, why am I in bed!”

Matthew sat up, got dressed, all while grinning teasingly at her. “I didn’t think you’d be so active either.”

Blanca’s head thrummed and she thought back to the scattered memories of last night.

It had been cold in the small hours, so after she went to the toilet, she’d gone back and went to bed.

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And in the haze, she remembered someone wrapping his arms around her.

Oh dear…

Thinking of all that, Blanca wanted to find a hole in the ground.

Crawl into it.

And die.

Stealing a glance at Matthew, that bastard had gotten up as if nothing had happened, and started putting his clothes on.

Just from that stolen glance, though, Blanca saw his clearly defined abs, with eight chunks…

“Like what you see?”

Matthew said out of nowhere, which had Blanca even more flustered as she looked away.

“It’s not much to look at. Hmph.”

“Hurry up and wash, then go down for breakfast. The old man doesn’t like people who sleep in.”

“Sure.” Blanca’s head was buzzing as she bent her head, put on her slippers, and went into the bathroom with her face red, starting to wash hurriedly.

Afterwards, Blanca and Matthew both went downstairs, and the family ate a regular breakfast before Matthew took Blanca back.

The minute she got back, Blanca slumped in the living room sofa, sighing a long sigh.

It wasn’t that she was used to living here, but compared to dealing with a large family and playing the good wife, she liked it better here after all.

Blanca took her high heels off and craned her neck up at Matthew. “I’ve met your parentswith you, so when are you going to take me to meet your teacher?”