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.

Blushing, she dipped her head, tucked her dress in, and sat down on the soft,

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

“The rug gets dry-cleaned

beamed. “You’re actually quite

spirits, and he looked at

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of metaphor

was the first time someone had

have the right chair for me and they were all too tall for me to sit on. It cramped my belly. So Granny just

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

straightforward wife, an

and you do

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

out better if you get