Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Chapter 1602 : No bowing to instinct



The sound of the fiddle was low and melodious, and the player on stage was immersed in forgetfulness.

Blanca Roach suddenly felt a throbbing pain in her abdomen, as if she had eaten something bad, and it seemed she had just taken a sip of orange juice.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” Blanca Roach whispered in Matthew Grant’s ear and left the area without disturbing anyone.

The ballroom was large and the restrooms were farther away.

Blanca Roach walked along without noticing that there were several pairs of eyes on her behind her.

Just as she entered the doorway of the restroom, Blanca Roach heard a series of rapid footsteps behind her, as if they were already behind her.

The moment Blanca Roach turned back in a panic, she felt her nose being covered and the smell of a pungent drug powder rushed into her lungs, leaving her unconscious for less than a second …

Upstairs in the ballroom, the top couple’s suite, the curtains were drawn, the lights were not on, and the room was dark.

The naked man was lying on the bed, his body burning, his abdomen heaving sharply.

“The door was opened and two men came in, dragging a woman in like a piece of garbage and leaving her at the door, saying in a sinister manner, “Enjoy your time, President Paddy.”

“Wait! What the hell are you doing?” Paddy strained to hold up his body.

The two men didn’t stop, and the door slammed shut.

Paddy shook his head off, his head was so confused, just after he drank the wine brought by the waiter at the party, he felt full of heat, he wanted to come to the bathroom to wash his face, but he was knocked out and sent to the room.

In the darkness, the woman on the floor was motionless, her abdomen was slightly bulging, and Paddy felt the figure was familiar.

“Blanca? Blanca …”

Paddy got out of bed and found Blanca Roach totally unconscious, afraid that she had passed out just like him.

The red lips of Blanca Roach’s rounded shoulders were like snow, and she looked like a young girl.

The fire in Paddy’s eyes burned brightly, the fire of desire almost engulfed him, even a whiff of her fragrance could make him collapse.

He couldn’t leave her on the floor, so Paddy took Blanca Roach to the bed with his breath, and pulled the covers over her haphazardly.

Paddy closed his eyes and didn’t look at Blanca Roach. With his last ounce of sanity, he went to the door, which was locked from the outside, just as he had thought, and turned around and went into the bathroom.

The cold water valve was turned up to the maximum and his hot body immediately tensed up when it came in contact with the cold water, but he felt comfortable.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Every cell screamed for the comfort of Blanca Roach lying on the bed.

But he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t take advantage of the situation, he liked Blanca Roach, but he wanted to get her heart first, if he did it with desire and instinct, Blanca Roach would not only hate him, he couldn’t forgive himself.

In the present situation, one more look at her would be to defile her, he must restrain.

The water drenched, the guilt was washed down a little.

Inside the ballroom, the auction had long since begun, and the first item up for auction was a painting by Peter Murray.

“… Starting bid is 500, 000.” The auctioneer displayed the painting and quoted the price.

“800, 000.” Someone on the stage called out the bid, a soft female voice.

Elizabeth Harris’ eyebrows knitted slightly and she couldn’t help but turn around to see that it was a pretty and childish girl who got up.

“One million!” Elizabeth Harris raised her bid.

Peter Murray looked confused and grabbed Elizabeth Harris’s hand, shoving his own hand into hers: “You have the artist in your hand, why are you grabbing this? I’ll paint it for you again.”


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