Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant novel Chapter 163

On the way to the office, Blanca’s head was down, and it was hard to tell what she was thinking. Was she unhappy about what happened in the morning?

The car coasted along steadily, and Matthew suddenly spoke. “Blanca.”

“What? Just say it.” Blanca was still holding “beansprout” against Matthew, and didn’t wear a favorable expression.

Matthew, though, was in a good mood. He suddenly felt like a morning like this had its charms. He was dealing with work and did not realize he had called her name. Faced with her cold attitude, he was a little displeased. “Remember what you said last night?”

“Huh? Did I say something?”

Matthew didn’t say anything else. Blanca couldn’t help but look up at him. He seemed busy, dealing with company emails on his iPad even while sitting in the car. He looked so pretty the way he bent his head over work.

The sunlight drew out the outlines of his handsome face.

“It’s not cool saying things halfway, Matthew?”

Matthew was dealing with work, but it was a bit clogged in his chest. He suddenly lifted his head at Blanca’s words, his expression serious. “I didn’t touch you.”

“…right.” Hadn’t he explained it before?

Blanca didn’t get it and shot a dubious look at Matthew. At that moment, her junior sent her a text. Blanca had told her that she’d sent her the designed emotes tonight. She also remembered Peter’s invitation last night, and couldn’t help but tap on Peter’s icon.

How was she supposed to start…

Matthew waited a while and didn’t hear Blanca’s reply, so he looked over and saw her opening a conversation on her phone. “Who are you talking to?”

“Peter. He invited me last night, didn’t he? I think this is a good chance…” Blanca was wracking her brains on how to speak to Peter, and didn’t pay too much attention to Matthew’s words. By the time she reacted, she could feel the temperature in the room dropping.

Er…

She promised Matthew not to go, didn’t she?

“Remember who you are, Blanca!” Matthew took away her phone straight away.

“Hey! I’m married to you, not sold to you. What makes you think you can take my phone?”

“Yes, you do remember you’re married to me now,” Matthew chuckled, looking over the conversation. Blanca had sent Peter a friendly emote. She hadn’t even sent him one! Matthew grinned. “You’re my wife off work, so your time is mine, but don’t forget, you’re my employee at work, so your time is mine too.”

“That doesn’t even make any sense!”

Never had there been anyone so shameless!

But for the money and for finding her parents, she could bear it. Blanca took a few deep breaths and calmed down, reaching out with a hand. “Give me my phone.”

“I will when we reach the office.”

“…” Tyrant!

She really had been blind the past few days. How had she taken a liking to him? Feeling like he was a dream lover for all women… what kind of dream lover needed a punch to the face this badly?

Blanca closed her eyes and didn’t speak any more.

Matthew swallowed what he’d been about to say as well. He’d wanted to tell Blanca that nothing had happened the first night they’d met, but now, he suddenly didn’t want to.

On the way back, Blanca snuck glances at Matthew, trying to get her phone back, which was pressed under his thigh.

She’d just texted Peter. What if he texted back?

Buzz.

The phone vibrated while Blanca was frowning and thinking of a way out of it. Peter must have replied! Blanca stared even more resentfully at Matthew, as if he’d parted her from her own arm.

When he noticed her baleful gaze, Matthew’s lips curved. Let her stew. He wasn’t giving the phone back now, anyway.

“Matthew! We’re almost there. You can give my phone back now.”

With the car several hundred meters away from the office, Blanca suddenly spoke and took the opportunity to sprawl all over Matthew, trying to get the phone back. Her movement was entirely unexpected, and Matthew didn’t have the time to react!

Especially with Blanca lying over him, her black hair brushing his face, bringing up a curious sensation.

“Do you know what you’re doing, Blanca?”

Matthew gaped. He was lying at the back of the car, with Blanca’s torso draped fully on his leg. He could even feel her softness pressing against his thigh.

This woman had no self-awareness at all.

“Sure I do. Taking back what’s mine, again!” Blanca giggled. The next moment, her soft little hand had slid the phone out from under Matthew’s thigh. With contact made, Blanca simply smiled happily, not realizing how seductive her motions were. To get the phone out, her hand brushed against Matthew’s…