Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant

“I’ve got it, Master Grant!”

Blanca left without even looking back, grumbling to herself. Why did he have to say all that? She didn’t even want to eat with him!

Blanca took a taxi back to the mansion. Before she even entered, she saw a lengthened Rolls-Royce parked in the driveway. Mr. Johnson got out, walked in front of her, and said respectfully, “Ma’am. Mr. Grant would like you to pay him a visit.”

Blanca was dubious about it. “What’s Mr. Grant doing looking for me? Does he have some business?”

Mr. Johnson smiled. “Mr. Grant’s friends brought over some high-quality beef and seafood. He knows you like seafood, but there was just so much to choose from, and it’s not too convenient to take them all over for you and the young master as well. He says that you might as well go over and take your pick.”

Hearing that, Blanca felt a surge of warmth.

She’d said casually last time how her family hadn’t been well-off when she was little, so she’d only eaten catfish. She’d thought that shrimp was spicy because it was red, and only knew how it had tasted when she grew up.

apparently lingered with Alan enough for him to let her come and take her

might not be mainstays in regular

and concern, though,

while, Mr. Johnson. I’ll go set my things down and change out of these clothes.

Johnson smiled and

on clean clothes, and followed Mr. Johnson to the Grant house. All on the way, she was thinking that – if Matthew was coming back for dinner – they might as well make it with the ingredients she

What was she doing thinking of

an hour or so, Blanca walked with

the doorway, they saw Louise

for you, Mr. Johnson. I can take Blanca to the storeroom

Then

the