Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

When Blanca Roach was almost finished eating, Matthew Grant came downstairs, already cleaned up and dressed, and slowly walked down the steps.

“Good morning, my prince.”

Blanca Roach waved her hand at him, and Matthew Grant took her hand and kissed the back of it, “Good morning, Queen.”

Hmm? The queen? A prince and a queen?

Blanca Roach instantly conjured up a picture of a large Western courtly incestuous romance.

“Pfft …”

Matthew Grant sat down next to Blanca Roach and knew what she was laughing at, “Sooner or later, the prince will be king.”

“You’re right, it’s all up to you.” Blanca Roach did not bargain with him and proceeded to eat the last of the porridge at the bottom of the bowl.

Blanca Roach didn’t get off the table after eating, and it was a pleasure to watch Matthew Grant eat with her chin tilted.

Matthew Grant seems to be eating not by instinct, like a work of performance art, amazingly beautiful.

He has always abided by the rules of eating etiquette, which is deeply engraved in Matthew Grant’s bones since childhood, and it is difficult to change.

After the meal, Blanca Roach did not go to the office, she had to stay with Winnie at the hospital today.

“I’ll come with you.”

“Okay.” Blanca Roach nodded her head, not noticing that something was wrong.

She thought Matthew Grant would just drive her to the hospital, maybe go upstairs to see Winnie, or maybe drop her off at the hospital and go straight to the office.

But!

Matthew Grant not only followed her upstairs, but also sat motionless, as if he was planning to leave together again.

Winnie, who had only injured her arm, moved freely, and as she went to the bathroom, Blanca Roach turned to Matthew Grant and said, “Why aren’t you leaving?”

“Why aren’t you leaving?” Matthew Grant asked rhetorically.

“I’m staying with her at the hospital today because she’s my life saver and my partner, and I can’t work without her in the studio, so naturally, where she is, I’m there, and you, you’re unemployed?”

Blanca Roach’s mouth was so vicious that Matthew Grant wanted to kiss it and seal it.

“From now on, I’ll go wherever you go except at home, and since you haven’t worked lately, don’t go to the office either, stay at home.”

Blanca Roach thought Matthew Grant was crazy, how he had always been very controlling and now he wanted to restrict her freedom, crazy crazy.

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“Just the thing.” Matthew Grant smiled lightly, if this behavior wasn’t so bizarre, he wouldn’t be allowed to do it.

“Don’t.” Blanca Roach was puzzled, was it just because of what happened to her yesterday?

“I said only the day before yesterday that no one was to hurt you, and after what happened yesterday, I’m afraid I’ll break my word.”

Matthew Grant’s eyes are deep, his worry and concern are in the bottom of his eyes, the so-called concern is chaos, Matthew Grant such a person, actually will have such a day.

This is what Matthew Grant himself did not realize, Blanca Roach also did not think that she was so by Matthew Grant can not let go.

She put her hand in Matthew Grant’s palm and softened her tone, “So you’re going to follow me every step of the way?”

“Well, I’ll protect you every inch of the way.”

Matthew Grant’s affirmation caused Blanca Roach to narrow her eyes, and an air of cuteness and danger filled the air.

“Then I might remind you that if I’m with someone for a long time, I may stop liking that person and occasionally separate to keep the heat on.”

Blanca Roach is indeed such a person; she gets bored, she gets annoyed, and needs a brief separation, even if it’s just for ten minutes.

In short, Blanca Roach needs to “miss”, to miss apart, to see each other more passionately.