Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

This time the family party was held at home.

Blanca Roach originally wanted to invite the elderly of both The Grant family and The Roach family, thinking that more people would witness and be able to be more formal.

But this time Matthew Grant did not agree, and invited only friends and people Winnie is familiar with in this area, and only those colleagues in the studio.

In this way, they are the same generation together, Winnie also do not have to be so restrained.

Blanca Roach felt that there was some truth to this, so she complied with Matthew Grant.

A week later, Winnie was almost recovered from her injury, and the party started at 7:00 p. m. that day.

Blanca Roach took Winnie and introduced her one by one at the back door, and when everyone was there, the party started.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Blanca Roach’s goal was not to be grand and formal, which Winnie didn’t like, so she originally wanted to invite a host and a band to entertain her, but eventually rejected them.

Blanca Roach only said a few words on stage, and the ceremony began.

Alice today wore a red festive auspicious, she was held by the maid obediently did not move, big eyes blinking, do not understand that this is a ceremony belongs to her.

Winnie sat on a wicker chair, looking at the little girl who was walking towards herself step by step in the distance, her heart was flooded with sweetness.

In the back of her mind, though, was the warning from the phone call that day: “I advise you not to get too emotional …”

But Winnie admitted she had fallen, fallen into the hands of a tiny child.

Alice walks to the mat in front of Winnie and kneels down, then looks around dumbfounded.

Blanca Roach nodded before Alice plopped down, kowtowed three times at once, and sweetly called out, “Godmother.”

“Hey, my good daughter.” Winnie can’t stand such a cute and adorable child, directly hugged in her own arms, put on the long life lock for Alice.

Touching the long-life lock with bells around her neck, Alice liked it so much that she joyfully called out to Winnie again.

“Godmother, Godmother.”

The crowd laughed, this child has a lot of heart, call a godmother, get a long-life lock, and thought every sentence has it.

The ceremony was simple. Other objects that needed to be given to each other by mother and daughter were arranged by Blanca Roach and Matthew Grant.

It was a gathering, not a party. Everyone was dressed in casual clothes, all uninhibited, barbecuing on The Grant family lawn or sitting around for drinks, harmonious and lively, just as Blanca Roach had thought.

“Blanca, I have to go to the bathroom.”

Winnie said to Blanca Roach and headed for the cottage. Blanca Roach was also pulled by Alice to play a little football and didn’t notice anything.

Winnie entered the back door of the villa and looked left and right.

“Well!”

As she was wondering, someone suddenly covered her mouth behind her, grabbed her by the waist and dragged her towards the hidden darkness.

“It’s me.” The low and extremely magnetic, slightly hoarse male voice, he is majestic and cold that no one can learn.

Winnie immediately stopped struggling.

She just saw a flash of a figure extremely similar to him, and did not expect him to really come here.

Winnie had just been released when the other party twisted over her body and her cold lips plugged her mouth, forcing her to tangle with him.

“Well … let go …” Winnie fought to pound the man’s broad shoulders, to no avail.

The fall belongs to the other side of this absolutely oppressive kissing scene.

Winnie was at first defiant to submissive, then willing, and finally until she forgot to commit, to this point, the man did not stop.

His conquest was successful.

Winnie breathed heavily and stared at the other man’s lake blue eyes, quiet and deep with a sense of extreme oppression.

The white skin of the Westerners, deep face, like a noble prince who came out of a painting.

But doing the sordid things of burning, killing and robbing, cornering women and forcing them to kiss.