Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant

The following day, Blanca stretched as she woke up, her warm, smooth cheek brushing up against the comfort of her pillow.

Suddenly, she remembered something.

The next instant, she sat bolt upright, her blanket falling to her waist. Blinking, she shot a look at the clock on the wall. Good, good, it was only seven thirty…

She’d thought she was about to be late.

Blanca got out of bed, rubbing her eyes, and went groggily over to the bathroom to wash. Setting down her toothpaste and toothbrush, she saw Matthew’s own toothbrush next to the sink… huh, it felt a bit suggestive putting her toothbrush next to his.

Blanca set down her toothbrush happily, then froze when she reached the doorway.

What was she thinking?

have to do

ready. Seeing Blanca come down from upstairs, she said hurriedly, “Madam, the

railing and looked outside. Not seeing a single thing, she said mindlessly, “Matthew also jogs?” That was

saying that he was a rare genius of commerce, becoming CEO at barely twenty years of age. Grasping Oakshire’s economic lifeline in his hands, he was even one of the richest men of the

kept him, he still put in the time to work out.

Seeing her in such a state, Mrs. Brown got it. “Missing the young master now that you didn’t see him

you talking about

went red and was about to argue with her when Matthew walked in, saw her blush,

got anxious not seeing you in the

had no defense for the

her ears red, he said politely, “I’m going to change. You can eat ahead

“…sure.”