Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Maybe the two are just friends who get along normally, Blanca Roach advised herself that she might be overthinking it.

But she still deliberately asked in Winnie’s face, “Where’s Selina?”

“At home.” There was no embarrassment from Charles White.

Blanca Roach pursed her lips and thought to herself, “I hope Charles White won’t do something like that.

“You guys are going out to dinner?”

“Yeah, he bumped into me last time, and no, came to make amends for me.”

Winnie offhandedly explained, Blanca Roach heart just comforted a little.

“Okay then, you guys go ahead, I’ll finish my meal in the hallway to kill some energy and take a nap later.” Blanca Roach crossed her fingers and stretched her hands.

Winnie was all smiles, as she usually was, but there was a hint of a look she revealed at the party that day that worried Blanca Roach.

She has said very clearly, Charles White has a girlfriend, has children, and said he is a scum, Winnie should not be irrational people …

This matter, Blanca Roach put on the heart, walking in the hallway a back and forth on distracted, back to the office to talk to Matthew Grant about this matter.

“With my woman’s sixth sense intuition, Charles White and Winnie must not be right with each other.”

“What’s not right?” Matthew Grant flipped through the information on his desk, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he talked to Blanca Roach in two different ways.

Blanca Roach, on the other hand, was lying on the leather sofa, her arms behind her head, covered with Matthew Grant’s jacket.

“You said Selina was home for the month and he actually came out. Inviting other women to dinner and the last time he asked Winnie to dance, isn’t he going a little overboard?”

Charles White is home with a nanny aunt to take care of Selina, but he also has to accompany ah.

“Can Blanca put her mind on me more, why are you always thinking about other people’s feelings?”

Matthew Grant put down the work in his hands, walked to the sofa and sat down, lifted Blanca Roach’s head onto his lap and rubbed her head.

“The Charles White I know wouldn’t do what you think he did.”

With Matthew Grant vouching for her, Blanca Roach was much more at ease, otherwise she really would have blamed herself.

If it hadn’t been for that party, Charles White and Winnie would never have had the chance to touch, and if that had ruined Charles White and Selina’s relationship, she would have blamed herself for the rest of her life.

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When she woke up, it was 2:00 p. m. Blanca Roach sat up from the couch and saw Matthew Grant sitting at his desk, and she was still uncomfortable.

Her mind rewent over how he had moved over in the morning, feeding her soup again at noon, then massaging her to put her to sleep …

“Awake?”

Matthew Grant never had an idle moment whenever he was in the office, and rarely was he such a busy president.

Blanca Roach rubbed her eyes and draped herself in Matthew Grant’s jacket pulling a chair over to sit next to him.

“I had a dream that Charles White ran off with Winnie and Selina came after me to fight.”

“And before that you dreamed that I was with Yvonne, and the truth? Dreams are the opposite. Besides, Selina’s character, would she fight you?”

Matthew Grant had a point, and Blanca Roach certainly wasn’t afraid of Selina’s desperation.

She leaned over her desk, thoughtful and preoccupied.

“It’s not just for Selina, it’s Winnie who makes me uneasy.”

Winnie is a sensible person, from her every move and smile, can be seen in the cautious calm.

But that day Blanca Roach clearly saw Winnie’s fondness for Charles White, if she fell, Blanca Roach more heartbroken.