Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant

Blanca didn’t dare sit by his side any longer and she stood up, blushing.

“No, it’s enough, I’m … I’m heading back.”

She took the lunchbox and fled the office.

Matthew looked at her receding back and suddenly felt that a bright spot had come into his dry monotonous life. He didn’t even notice the smile creeping up his face.

Blanca ran out in a panic and was about to head into the elevator when a woman with wavy hair rushed out of the elevator herself, and the two bumped into each other.

The woman’s hot tea spilled out and splashed all across the two.

The woman let out a shriek.

“Are you okay?”

had dirtied their clothes, and both of them had been careless, but Blanca was aware of how

“Do I look okay?”

Blanca. “These clothes are new! I’m only putting them on for the first time

irritably. Blanca looked on. It seemed like a high-end outfit, and it was white. With a huge patch now running down the front, it didn’t look good,

offered, “Then … then I’ll pay

You think you can afford it? My cousin bought this for me overseas! It’s

thousand??? For a dinky

couldn’t help but sigh at how rich people lived in their own

suit. Sure, her own clothes were stained, but

much it costed so she could pay Matthew back, but Curtis had said that it wasn’t that expensive, and it’d just look bad

but it might come out in the wash. How about this? I’ll pay for the fees, and if it can’t be cleaned, I …

hurt Blanca, but she wasn’t the