Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Blanca decided to act first and showed a misty gaze to Matthew. “I’m sorry. I was wrong for what I did this afternoon. If need be, I can clear things up.”

“Oh? Exactly what did you do wrong?”

Matthew sat down sternly on the sofa and looked at the junk food on the table, growing a bit displeased.

Exactly what did she do wrong.

Blanca massaged her temple with her hand. Wasn’t a phrase like that supposed to be uttered by a wife to a cheating husband? It felt so pouty.

“Out with it.”

Matthew tossed the empty bottle into the bin and looked at Blanca.

She was in a white lace onesie with two narrow straps on the shoulders, showing her narrow neck and beautiful collarbone, and it just looked… ravishing.

This girl was being deliberate, wasn’t she?

Matthew looked away, and Blanca immediately said, “I made a mistake not shutting Kylie up right then and there, and I let her speak. I shouldn’t have allowed her the opportunity to get any words out!”

That wouldn’t have started the wildfire rumors all over the city!

Matthew ignored her and walked towards the bedroom. Blanca’s heart hammered away. Well, drat, was he really angry?

Blanca followed behind, jogging up, babbling while she did.

Up until they headed to the bedroom, Matthew suddenly stopped in her tracks and looked coolly at her. “The bathwater’s ready, right.”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“It’s ready, all ready,” Blanca said, all lackey-like.

Matthew nodded and went into the bathroom.

Blanca felt like all her strength had been sucked out and slid down leaning on the bathroom door. There came the sound of water from the inside, and she listened in for a while. Then she shook her fist.

What was that all about?!

At least give her an opinion!

Her fate was completely out of her hands at this point.

Then her stomach chose that moment to gurgle, and Blanca’s pale face scrunched up.

She hadn’t eaten from noon till now. She was starving.

But… if Matthew wasn’t coming out, she didn’t dare go eat either. Blanca held a clean towel and waited in the doorway for when Matthew came up and handed it to him with both hands.

This night, Matthew ignored her utterly, and she didn’t know what to think or do about it…

Early the following morning, Blanca was woken up by her hunger. She moaned, clutched her belly, and opened her eyes. The sleeping man by her side was gone.

Gone where?

Blanca sat up and examined her surroundings. On a lawn chair outside on the balcony, Matthew was reclining and reading a newspaper. He was just dressed in simple pajamas, and the clear morning light shone on him, gilding him with gold. His handsome silhouette was etched out, inapproachable.

“What kind of divine prettiness is this…”

Blanca sat up in bed, wrapping herself in the covers, tucking up her face with her hand, and swallowed.

As if noticing her naked gaze, Matthew set his newspaper down and looked up at her. Blanca looked away immediately, but it was too late.

Matthew walked over. “You’re awake?”

“Clearly…”

“Then go eat.” Matthew’s gaze stopped on her stomach. “You’re hungry, aren’t you?”

“…”