Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Charles White resisted the urge to take her into his arms, and saw her move a little more …

Almost close, you can feel each other’s nostrils kind of close.

Selina buried herself into Charles White’s arms, mouth whispered explanation: “a little cold.”

Charles White is happy to bring Selina into his arms, “Well, maybe it’s the beginning of autumn, I feel a little cold too.”

It’s early autumn in the south, who would believe that …

So lying is costly, and the two of them were hot and sweaty in no time.

Selina was wrapped in Charles White and the blanket, dense and airless, she gently pushed Charles White away, the other reluctantly let go of his arms.

The other side reluctantly let go of the arms. Obviously nothing was said, and a hug was all it took to freeze the strife.

In the darkness, Selina looked at each other shyly: “What are you looking at, sleep.”

“Well, sleep.”

A minute later …

The two people can’t stop looking at each other like a fool, deep in love, said sleep, no one has that intention.

Might as well do something else then …

The next morning.

Looking as good as she could as usual, Blanca Roach walked into Winnie’s office, where today she had to finish the most expensive blue tourmaline part.

Winnie beamed when she saw her enter.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.” Blanca Roach responded lightly.

“Blanca, Charles White and I are just friends, so don’t you…”

“I don’t want to bring personal matters and emotions into my work, let’s talk about it later.”

Blanca Roach cut off Winnie’s words, then took out the design and handed it to her, adding.

“I’ve been thinking about the neckline, and it’s such a large tourmaline that it wouldn’t look out of place in this area, made to look like a necklace, and detachable.”

“Good, that’s good.”

Winnie nodded her head, and Blanca Roach’s businesslike attitude made her give up explaining for the moment.

All morning, the office was so quiet that only the sound of turning papers was heard, and there was no communication at all.

In fact, Blanca Roach wanted to go back to her office, but felt that it seemed too deliberate.

When the lunch break finally came, Winnie looked up at Blanca Roach, who was sketching on a drawing, and wanted to say something, but held back.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

She had never actually taken the initiative in her relationship with Charles White, except when Charles White was holding her up, she deliberately pressed herself against him.

It was always Charles White who invited her, he acted very enthusiastic, and seemed to be holding back some kind of feelings, there is an indefinable ambiguity.

Blanca Roach was leaving, and Winnie got up to follow: “Blanca, let’s talk.”

“Yeah, let’s talk.” Blanca Roach closed the door, which had just been opened a little, again, and stood right by it, with a bad tone of voice and face.

“Blanca, you misunderstand me, I’m not trying to get involved with Charles White, it was always him who invited me.”

Winnie didn’t have to explain these things to Blanca Roach, because sooner or later, she would prove with her actions that today’s words were all bullshit.

Not only will she be involved with Charles White, but she will also infiltrate Charles White’s company a little bit because of this relationship until she destroys it.

Blanca Roach frowned and shook her head, she was always puzzled by such remarks, she could have refused, was she forced to go?

“How dare you agree to a toast in place of the child’s birth mother? You are not a brainless person, on the contrary, you are too smart and too wise, I think you do all this with a purpose!”

“…” Winnie’s eyes dodged, speechless.

That was enough, she needed to do a scene to justify herself, but act like she couldn’t control her feelings for Charles White so that it looked real.