Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Mrs. Roach prepared the room for them, and the old man, who loves children, took it upon himself to take care of Alice.

In the evening, Blanca Roach lay in bed, bored and swiped Twitter for a while.

She and Matthew Grant were no longer trending, and the trending list was full of celebrity news that she didn’t recognize, so Blanca Roach had the whim to wander through her and Matthew Grant’s conversations.

She turned off her phone and tossed it aside, her cheeks flushed, and it was clear she was feeling weak.

At the same time, Matthew Grant came out of the shower, his short hair still dripping, his collarbones hidden under the bathrobe, full of temptation.

Blanca Roach’s mind was uncontrollably floating with the depiction she had just seen.

Matthew Grant grabbed Blanca Roach’s legs and pulled them downward, trapping her under his arms. The man’s breath sprayed against her neck, his breath hot, his eyes dangerous, “Woman, where do you want to escape to?”

…

Oh my god oh my god oh my god!

Blanca Roach’s old face flushed and she averted her eyes in a hurry.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

This is something I can read without paying for it, how can this author write like this, it’s too shameful too.

And can Matthew Grant put his clothes back on, for goodness sake let her think about it, it’s his fault!

“What’s wrong?”

Blanca Roach shook her head, her voice muffled, “Nothing!”

Matthew Grant choked, “Nothing?

He had only taken a shower, and his wife seemed to be hiding something very important from him.

Matthew Grant raised an eyebrow, his eyes fell on Blanca Roach’s cell phone thrown to the side.

Blanca Roach was closing her eyes behind Matthew Grant’s back at this time, and after a while she didn’t hear any movement, she wondered, “Is Matthew Grant out?

She turned around and saw that Matthew Grant was holding her phone, looking at it with great interest.

Oh my God!

Blanca Roach rushed to get up and grab it.

Why didn’t she just exit the novel page?

But Matthew Grant couldn’t let her get what she wanted. His hand was raised high, and Blanca Roach couldn’t get it, and his other hand was protecting Blanca Roach from being hurt.

Exasperated, Blanca Roach hammered her fist into Matthew Grant, threatening him with a pout, “Give me my phone back or I’ll make you feel what it’s like to be alone!”

She didn’t think Matthew Grant would give her the phone back easily, but as soon as she said that, he gave it to him.

Blanca Roach was a little pleased with herself and took the phone quickly.

She was about to say something to make Matthew Grant forget about what just happened, but the next moment she was pushed onto the bed by Matthew Grant.

Blanca Roach let out a startled cry, “What are you doing?”

Matthew Grant’s mouth held a meaningful smile, and his whole aura suddenly became evil.

Blanca Roach had a bad feeling in her heart, but at the same time, she felt a little familiar?

She tried to get up and pushed Matthew Grant’s chest, “Stop it, let go of me.”

However Matthew Grant let out a low laugh, his big hands pressed her fidgeting legs, then pulled down, her whole body was trapped under his arms.

Blanca Roach:”… “She finally knew what would feel familiar.

Isn’t this the plot of the book “The domineering president’s little escaped wife” just now?!

Matthew Grant’s hot breath sprayed on her neck, causing a shiver to run through her, and the man’s ambiguous and unknown voice rang in her ears.

“Madam, where do you want to escape to?”

“Matthew Grant, you are not childish!”

Blanca Roach huffed, her pajamas disheveled from the earlier action, a piece of snow-white skin exposed.

Blanca Roach did not wait for Matthew Grant to let go, but sensitive to the body of the man breathing more ragged up.

“Matthew Grant, don’t do anything, Mom and Dad are right next door.”

She glared at Matthew Grant and warned him to be more restrained.

Matthew Grant sighed, got off the bed and turned around and went to the bathroom again.