Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant novel Chapter 164

Matthew’s eyes went dark.

“Hah, got it!”

The next moment, Blanca had stood bolt upright, playing around with the phone. Matthew felt a heat in his body. Damnit, he actually swooned over a girl? And a girl who – was nothing like hot or anything like that.

Matthew’s gaze swept past the slight swell of Blanca’s chest, while Blanca remained unaware. Peter had sent her a text, asking “What’s up?”

Of course something was up. Something grand to do with her future.

Blanca beamed and was about to reply when she felt a shift in the atmosphere. A band of shadows seemed to appear before her…

She’d thought it was Matthew, but when she lifted her head, she saw countless cameras levelled straight at her outside the car window!

Shoot-

Blanca had never seen a scene like this and almost dropped her phone. She jolted, then found that all the people with cameras and microphones out there were reporters.

“Wh-what are they doing?” Blanca swallowed, looking at Matthew beside her. Matthew’s face didn’t register anything else. He seemed used to such things.

“What should we do, sir?” The driver hesitated. It wasn’t that he hadn’t come across situations like this, but normally, he just drove the car straight to the underground garage, where reporters seldom followed.

But Matthew wasn’t planning on that this time.

He looked at the reporters outside. Not too many of them, really. About twenty or so men and women, every one of them hyped to dig up news.

If they wanted news, he’d give it to them.

“No need to drive over. We’ll get out here,” Matthew said. The moment he finished, he heard Blanca stammer, “Let’s not go down there, Matthew, we could just hide out here…”

But Matthew had made a decision, and who could change that? His hand was already at the door…

“Mrs. Grant, Mr. Grant is the wealthiest man of Oakshire, and so many women had wanted his hand in marriage. Please tell us your thoughts on marrying him!”

They’d wanted to ask all those questions at announcement, but due to their fear of Matthew’s threatening presence, they hadn’t dared ask anything. Now, it seemed like Matthew was in a good mood, so they were following that string to its end.

“…”

Blanca was overwhelmed by the series of questions. She’d forgotten everything about last night, and hadn’t remembered anything this morning, but with the reporters asking about it, images flashed through her mind.

A man in his thirties had toasted her, and she’d gone unconscious after one glass of champagne…

Then she seemed to have made a scene, and Matthew saved her?!

She had no impression of that.

“Wait,” Matthew signaled at the reporters, then patted Blanca’s head soothingly, his expression gentle. “How about you explain to them what happened last night, Blanca?”