Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant novel Chapter 87

“Are we done yet?”

Twenty minutes later, the sun had risen to the top of the sky, shining on the earth. Blanca couldn't help scratching her neck, she was exhausted... Maintaining the same position was no easy job at all!

“Almost done, just hang it there a bit longer!”

Hearing what Peter said, Blanca continued with her lips pursing. She had to carry on for her beautiful portrait!

However, a few minutes later when Blanca saw the portrait Peter had done for her, her face turned almost as dark as the charcoal next to her.

“Is this what you painted of me?”

What the heck was this!

On the paper, a cartoon character was standing next to the fountain with no vitality...

“Well, I did paint it.”

“I thought we were doing a portrait, weren’t we?” Blanca was angry.

She had been standing in the sun for almost half an hour, and all she got was a... Well, a stick figure?

“I didn’t say that thirty dollars were actually for portraits though.” Peter blinked his big eyes and looked at her with an innocent and cute face. He was originally a street artist, and at this time he still looked a bit scornful. His artistic vibe was extremely strong.

Blanca’s hand holding the sketch paper tightened.

“Besides, that paper was expensive.” Peter started packing up his stuff and getting ready to leave. It seemed like he was going to wrap up for the day.

And he didn’t seemly want to charge Blanca, “This one is for you, for free. It’s fate that had brought us together. Haha!”

Fate?

Eww! He was out of his mind!

Curtis found it embarrassing for Blanca and another guy to hang out laughing in front of Matthew, so he said to Matthew with caution.

“Is it necessary?” Matthew let out a cold humph.

Perhaps he didn’t realize it, but the look on his face gave him away. Matthew locked his sight on Blanca, hesitated for a while, and said to Curtis, “Bring her back.”

“...” Mr. Grant, you had been so stubborn!

Blanca said everything possible to finally get Peter’s Instagram account, and they followed each other too. She couldn’t hide the excitement on her face, “Are you in art school? I heard it was hard to get in there, I...”

“Mrs. Grant.”

Blanca pulled Peter’s arm pitifully thinking about how to make him teach herself painting. She saw his talents earlier! Peter’s talent were obvious to all, and being a sweet painter here was a waste of his talents.

Would it be possible to trick him into teaching “me”, oh no, that shouldn’t be “tricking”, it was all about learning something new, right?