Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

“Are you really going?”

“I… so what…” Matthew’s handsome face was right in hers. With his one look, Blanca fell into his deep, dark pupils. She swallowed, a little nervous, and hung a pleasing smile on her face. “Well, I don’t… have to go?”

Seeing her continuously probe at the edge of his bottom line, Matthew felt a little claw keep scratching at his heart.

Their breaths intertwined.

Matthew’s black gaze lingered on her pink lips. His eyes turned lustful, and his breathing polluted. “Say, Blanca? We’re man and wife, aren’t we.”

“Eh? Yeah, we are.”

With a sure answer, Matthew suddenly released a bewitching smile. “Then we ought to…

“Do something man and wife ought to do!”

“Ah – ngh – let go of me Matthew…” Blanca pushed against the man’s chest and her face suddenly went red. Her whole body stiffened. But just a moment later, Matthew released her. “It won’t be a simple punishment like that anymore.”

Punishment?!

He actually used that as a punishment.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

“H-how could you kiss me?” Blanca covered her face shyly, somewhat not daring to look at Matthew.

“Could I not?” Matthew said. “We’ve done what a husband and wife were supposed to do, so what’s a kiss to that?”

“Shut up!” Simply mentioning back when she was drunk, Blanca only felt embarrassment. A woman’s first time was incredibly precious, but she’d given it to Matthew while she was all out of it…

Damnit, she was such a sucker!

She glared at Matthew and went over to the wardrobe, taking a thick blanket from the wardrobe and setting up a clear wall!

When it was bedtime, Blanca deliberately wrapped herself in the blanket. Matthew said she was going to feel too hot in that blanket, but Blanca wouldn’t budge. What if Matthew waited until she went to sleep to do something to her?

And while she was all drowsy and droopy, she might just relent and…

No no no!

Girls still got off worse for this sort of thing, so Blanca was resolute in protecting her boundaries.

As for waking up the following morning, Blanca sat up in her thick covers, opened her eyes and saw Matthew sitting on the balcony reading newspaper. Huh? Was she dreaming? This man who had forced a kiss on her last night was sitting there so mildly, like a perfect sculpture, an art piece sent down from the gods.

His long legs crossed and his pale beautiful fingers shuffling the newspaper, his head was down, and the sun lit a halo around him…

So pretty.

Blanca swallowed, staggered to her feet, then tripped on her feet in the thick blankets and keeled over.

“Oof, owww…”

The moment Blanca crawled out of the covers, she saw a pair of slippers before her. Looking up following it, the man had a smile on his slightly parted lips. “No need to prostrate yourself so early in the morning.”

Bitch, please!

Not even helping her up, and laughing at her?

Blanca stood up grumbling, kicked the covers off her and tossed them furiously onto the bed. She’d been about to yell at Matthew when she suddenly sneezed.

“Oh, you’re sick? Serves you right.”

Matthew shot her a look. He’d told her that it was easy to get sick wrapping herself in thick blankets on a summer night, but the woman just wouldn’t listen. She had this coming.

“Matthew Grant!”

“Don’t shout, you’ve got twenty minutes. You’re going to be late for work,” Matthew smiled, reminding her kindly.

Blanca shot a hasty look at the delicate quartz clock hanging from the wall. It was twenty minutes to nine!