Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant novel Chapter 133

“All right, it’s done.”

Blanca realized she’d gone lewd again when Matthew released her.

She squirmed out of his grip hurriedly and noticed her bare knees had been in contact with his abdomen, and blushed so hard she didn’t know where to put her limbs.

“Three times a day, got it?” Matthew didn’t notice the girl’s strange behavior, and thought that Blanca was still nervous over the afternoon’s events. He didn’t overthink it and placed the ointment in her hands.

Blanca nodded in a daze, then saw Matthew sit up from the bed.

“W-where are you going? Aren’t you going to bed?”

Blanca suddenly said somewhat desperately. Matthew frowned and looked over, and Blanca hastily waved it off. “That’s, uh, I mean it’s getting late.”

What had she just said?

Why was there a sudden suggestiveness in the air?

“Do I… need to report where I’m going to you?” Matthew almost blurted out. Blanca blinked and couldn’t manage an explanation. Matthew’s reply was light. “You’ve been tired out today. Go rest. I’ll go deal with work in the office.”

“…oh, okay. Good night.”

With her face red, Blanca didn’t dare look at Matthew. She calmed down only when the door closed on her.

Wait, did that mean that Matthew had come in specifically to take her medicine? No no no, he must have come back to wash and change. Getting her medicine was just on the way.

What are you thinking, Blanca Roach?!

Back then, when she’d laid in bed with Matthew, she hadn’t thought anything of it, but today, there seemed to be a flea beneath her hips, and she couldn’t sleep at all…

Matthew would come back later. How was she supposed to face him?

Still, Blanca was the chairman’s wife, so he had to pay some extra attention.

“Ignore it,” Matthew said. “As Mrs. Grant, if she can’t deal with that much, she has no right to stay by my side.” With that, Matthew’s eyes darkened.

…

It had been twenty minutes since he cut the call with Curtis. Matthew snapped the laptop shut and saw Blanca sleeping on the double bed in a spread-eagled position.

Her sleeping posture was really… a sight to see.

Matthew’s brow furrowed and walked over, not quite knowing how to move her. Finally, he grabbed her through the blanket and pushed her to the side. With a slap, a dreaming Blanca whipped her hand around onto Matthew’s arm.

Matthew’s face darkened further, but seeing the red marks on her neck and wrist, he suppressed his urges and laid down on the small bed as well.