Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant

Chapter 158 I love…

By this time, Matthew and Blanca were on a highway. Blanca fell asleep in Matthew’s arms. She was

drunk, but she did not sleep too well.

“Why did you marry me, Matthew?” Blanca muttered. She was really drunk, and didn’t know what she

was saying and doing. She put up her hand on Matthew’s shoulder while she was lying in his arms. In

her sleep, she couldn’t figure out why Matthew always showed up when she needed help. Did he fall in

love with her? At this thought, her hand slid down his shoulder to his abdomen and fondled him. And

more than that, she seemed to try to put her hand in Matthew’s shirt.

“Do you know what you’re doing, Blanca?” Matthew reminded. He had a peculiar sensation while

Blanca’s soft hand rubbed on his abdomen. In fact, he never had a crush on any women, but he

couldn’t figure out why he felt different about Blanca.

“I feel so hot,” Blanca said and pouted. Her cheeks were flushed. When Matthew looked at her, he felt

his heart begin to pound faster. Blanca was restless in the car and tried to get out of her dress all the

way. Matthew turned up the partition panel of his car, in case his driver saw it. Then he put his coat

over her.

The car stopped and then Matthew heard the driver’s voices coming from ahead, “Here we are.”

Matthew tried to get off, but Blanca still seized him around the waist tightly. “Get your hands off me,

Blanca,” said Matthew seriously.

“No. Just let me hug you!” Blanca murmured. She was not sober at this moment. Then she opened her

eyes, her eyes shining like a diamond. Matthew opened the door and a cool breeze stirred dress. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Blanca wore Matthew’s big coat, which made her look even smaller. She looked expectantly at

Matthew and said, “Hug me out of the car.”

Matthew looked at her, her eyes pure and innocent, like a little girl. “No, don’t even think about it,” said

Matthew quite coolly. In his view, Blanca had finally gone too far this time and he was already very

patient.

Blanca’s request was met with a flat refusal. She pouted prettily at him, trying to force out a tear. He

was so cold hearted that he wouldn’t hug her out of the car. This thought made Blanca even sadder.

When they were still staring at one another, frozen, the driver reminded, “It was windy outside, Mr.

Grant. You’d better take Mrs. Grant home as soon as possible. Or Mr. Grant’ll catch cold.”

Matthew glanced at the driver and the latter quickly shut up in silence. Matthew shrugged his shoulders

and slowly bent down, holding Blanca up.

“I do this once and once only,” he whispered in her ear. The girl had stepped out of line this time.

Matthew thought, if she hadn’t been drunk, he would never indulge her like this.

Blanca threw her arms around his neck and grinned with much satisfaction. “So comfortable,” she said.

While Matthew entered, Mrs. Brown was busy in the kitchen. Hearing the noise, she walked into the

parlor, and saw Matthew walking in with Blanca in his arms. She laughed and asked, “Is Mrs. Grant

asleep, Mr. Grant?”

Matthew nodded and commanded, “Took something to sober her up a bit.”

“OK, Mr. Grant.”

Then Matthew carried Blanca upstairs. Blanca was slim but she kept moving in his arms. So, gradually,

Matthew felt his arms aching. He threw the drunk girl on the bed when he went into the bedroom.

Blanca hadn’t woken up yet and stretched out on the bed. Matthew frowned and covered her gently

with a blanket. Then he walked quietly out of her room. He smelled alcohol on his shirt. So, he took a

bath and changed his shirt.

Blanca didn’t sleep well. “You jerk, Matthew! Why do you have to be so handsome? You are handsome

and rich. No wonder so many girls like you! Especially Louise, she loves you! I know it!” Blanca

grumbled in her dreams.

At this moment, Matthew had had a bath and walked in. Blanca continued to talk in her sleep,

“Matthew, I love…”