Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Peter Murray said he didn’t know, Matthew Grant didn’t say anything back.

Blanca Roach’s eyes stared at Winnie for a split second, biting her lower lip lightly.

“Don’t look, if you don’t understand, just go over and ask in person when the time comes.”

Matthew Grant served half a bowl of chicken soup, tasted it himself and put it aside, never to be touched again, he intended to give it to Blanca Roach, but it was too hard to drink.

Blanca Roach didn’t care to eat at all, she listened to Matthew Grant, she would take time to ask Winnie and Charles White when the full moon was over.

A round of toasts down, Charles White drank a lot, he can drink well, but today more or less a little confused, probably because his son full moon he is happy it.

Winnie helped Charles White to the backstage, Blanca Roach also followed, she was going to disgust Charles White.

“Blanca, you’re here.” Winnie was going to welcome her, but Blanca Roach made a wrong turn and went straight to Charles White.

“Selina is in bad shape, she’s just been blowing off the terrace, and she’s here now.”

Blanca Roach handed the room card to Charles White, who was about to take it, and she took it back.

“Winnie, he’s drunk, you take it for him, this is Osmond’s mom’s room card.”

Winnie rubbed her hands, “This isn’t very convenient, is it? Or…”

“There is nothing inconvenient, you can even replace Selina’s toast, what is inconvenient about taking the room card.”

Blanca Roach’s attitude is straight and cold, her face is ugly, I’m afraid even a blind person can see that she is angry.

She forced the room card into Winnie’s hand.

“Blanca you wait, I think you misunderstood something.”

“I warned you, so you don’t have to explain to me, you can do what you want.”

Blanca Roach paused and then said to Charles White: “Misunderstanding or intentional, even I can misunderstand, what about Selina, what will happen when she sees it, you have to be mentally prepared.”

Blanca Roach said no more and left to take a look at Osmond in the cradle.

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“Maybe he’s hungry.” Blanca Roach reminded the nanny.

After Blanca Roach leaves, Winnie hands the room card to Charles White.

“Here you go, everyone’s misunderstood, sorry.”

“I should be the one to say sorry, you were just helping me.”

Charles White, with a guilty look on his face, didn’t take the card, instead he grabbed Winnie’s hand and looked into Winnie’s bright eyes, to say something but didn’t say anything.

Winnie didn’t shake him off, looking at Charles White with nothing but disbelief.

“I’m sorry, I lost my temper.”

Charles White, took the room card and left straight backstage.

Winnie still sat in the same place, clutching the hand he had just grabbed.

It had been more than a few days down the road, more than unexpected, and everything had gone extraordinarily well.

When she changed her target to Charles White, she bumped into him and tried to seduce him, and Charles White went after her first, inviting her to dinner, trying to get closer, and then begging her for a favor.

Their relationship, in fact, is just a friend who has met a few times, not even a friend.

Winnie is also on a mission, otherwise with this kind of relationship, she will not agree to help toast, causing people to misunderstand the biological mother of the child, but also by Blanca Roach as a third party, now it seems difficult to say clear.

But also fortunately she has a task, carry all this is not too bad.

It’s just that it’s been going too weirdly well lately, and with this strength to get the wind and rain, she’s got Matthew Grant and Charles White’s company down in no time.

But she did not forget, the sky wants its death, will make it crazy, all careful for the top.