Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant

Blanca took up the lunchbox and walked over to the tea table.

Setting down the meal, Blanca said, “I’m heading back for now. Take your time.”

She was about to leave and had just turned when Matthew grabbed her wrist.

“We’ll eat together.”

“Eh? I’m eating here too?”

Blanca had thought that she was coming and going just like that, but she never thought that Matthew would actually invite her to have lunch with him. After all, he’d complained about how she didn’t pay attention to table manners and kept talking while eating. He should have disliked eating with her.

“Isn’t it normal for a wife to eat with her husband?”

Matthew’s tones were flirtatious and his gaze was teasing.

Blanca’s ears burned. It was true that she was married, but terms like “husband” and “wife” still made her embarrassed.

tucked her dress

not comfortable eating on the sofa. You don’t mind me sitting

lightly. “The rug gets dry-cleaned

“You’re actually quite

was somewhat in high spirits, and he looked

like my

“…”

sort of

the first time someone had praised him this way, and

I was small, my Granny and I would just eat around a little square table. Granny didn’t have the right chair for me and they were all too tall for me to sit on. It cramped my belly. So Granny just let me sit on the mat and eat and never told

couldn’t help but imagine what kind of life she’d

he looked at his honest, straightforward wife, an inexplicable tenderness welled up

for it, and you do need

on her fork and her eyes shone. “Man, Mrs. Brown is

you out better if