Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Matthew Grant was doing her a favor, Blanca Roach that much was clear.

This different kind of love might seem morbid to the outside world, but Blanca Roach thought about it and decided to accept it.

He wanted to protect her, so she would not fail Matthew Grant.

With that in mind, Blanca Roach wrapped her arms around Matthew Grant’s neck, forcing him to look down as she stood on tiptoe and kissed the tip of his nose.

“So you work, I’ll go to Winnie’s office and get that gold wire hooked up, then we’ll go out to lunch.”

Blanca Roach smiled sweetly and Matthew Grant pinched the flesh on her waist, “I’ll have Auntie deliver the food, so we don’t have to go out to eat later.”

Auntie … poor auntie.

Before taking care of Winnie at noon to send her soup to the hospital, and now have to send food to the couple.

Two hours, to put it quickly, she picked up a few strings and soon it was time for the noon break.

Blanca Roach intended to visit the room into which the Empire Group president’s office had moved, but saw that the person sitting at the largest desk was not Matthew Grant.

“Curtis Irwin?”

“What can I do for you, ma’am?” Curtis Irwin got up, respectfully.

“Where has your President Grant gone?” Blanca Roach didn’t think otherwise, thinking Matthew Grant might not be in the studio right now.

Curtis Irwin also looked slightly suspicious: “Isn’t President Grant working with you in the office?”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Together? You mean Matthew Grant is in my office.” Blanca Roach’s mouth widened in response.

“Yes, ma’am, what’s wrong with you?”

“Ah, nothing, nothing, that, Isabel is also getting off soon, you two are convenient later.” Blanca Roach smiled and casually found a sentence to pass off her just disorder.

“Yes.” Speaking of Isabel, Curtis Irwin smiled implicitly.

“I’ll go find Matthew Grant then, you’re busy.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Curtis Irwin owes Blanca Roach a slight bow and doesn’t sit down until Blanca Roach leaves.

Blanca Roach exited the room, pursing her red lips, more than a little exhilarated by what was obviously a problem, and for some reason, she was so excited.

The studio is small and Blanca Roach takes a few steps to her office door.

She pushed the door open a little and then leaned against it to watch Matthew Grant work, his serious and undisturbed look was really great.

“Ahem, husband~”

Blanca Roach softly called out, making the head of the marketing department on the other side of the computer connected to the microphone tingle.

He felt he should have the good sense to tell Matthew Grant it was over.

“President Grant…”

“Drip…” The call ended.

The head of marketing, staring blankly at the screen, couldn’t help but tear up.

Thank goodness President Grant was so considerate, hanging up for fear he would be embarrassed.

Blanca Roach strides with style, swaying, and Matthew Grant raises an eyebrow and caresses his eyes darkly as she approaches.

“You look so serious and handsome at work, being in an office with me might affect my work efficiency.”

Blanca Roach walked up to Matthew Grant step by step, sat in his arms, wrapped around him like a snake spirit.

It was clear who was affecting who’s office.

“Influence how?” Matthew Grant sniffed Blanca Roach’s hair obsessively.

Blanca Roach fell into his arms, tilted her head and seductively ran her delicate fingers over Matthew Grant’s hook.

“Just stare at you and stop concentrating on your work.”

Matthew Grant lowered his head and clamped his neck around Blanca Roach’s fingers, his eyes full of doting.

“I never thought I’d get a windfall, I’ve earned it by keeping your eyes on me.”

Nimble fingers moved at Blanca Roach’s back, something popped off in response, and Blanca Roach clamped her arms together, her gaze mournful.

“This is an office.”