Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant

Chapter 189 My Sweet Wife

Blanca's heart beat fast. She had never been so nervous like now. The villa they got to was the one

she came to with Matthew the day before yesterday, but she had no opportunity to see Ernest Butler at

that time.

"Nervous?"

Of course...

Blanca thought Matthew's question was like nonsense. She was so nervous that her hands were full of

cold sweat. No matter what the result would be, she had to take this opportunity to find out her identity.

"I... I'm a little scared." Blanca told Matthew calmly. She began to trust Matthew. She was really

nervous and told Matthew frankly. Matthew had thought that she would be angry after hearing his

question, but he didn't expect that she would be so honest.

A smile appeared on his handsome face. Then he put his big hand on Blanca's shoulder and pulled her

into his arms. His voice was unusually gentle and charming. "Don't be nervous. I will... protect you, my

sweet wife."

Sweet wife?

Blanca glared at him. She found that Matthew had changed a lot since that thing happened last night.

They had already walked in while they were talking. Blanca saw the old man sitting in the living room

as soon as she got in.

He had gray hair and was about seventy years old. He was wearing traditional clothes and looked

dignified. It was obvious that he was a knowledgeable man.

Was this her family?

Tears welled up in Blanca's eyes. She was so nervous that she even didn’t know how she should

behave. At this moment, Ernest also saw them. He picked up his presbyopic glasses from the table and

said, "Matthew, come here."

The old man's voice was a little hoarse, but it was obvious that he had been elegant when he was

young.

Blanca stood there, forgetting to move. Matthew held her arms and took her forward. She walked in a

daze with him. Would Ernest Butler be her family member? She tried to find something similar to Ernest

from herself but got nothing.

"Mr. Butler, what can I do?" He finally found a time to come here after Ernest called him last time. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Ernest also saw Blanca. He felt a sense of familiarity and intimacy when he looked at her. He was

surprised, but he quickly recovered, so Blanca didn’t notice it.

"Is this your wife? She looks beautiful and gentle. How old are you, Mrs. Grant?"

"Twenty-two."

Blanca sat nervously on the sofa. Her palms were covered with cold sweat, and her nails were deeply

sunken in her palms. Could Ernest Butler know who her parents were?

"Mr. Butler..." Matthew reminded Ernest when he saw Ernest was stunned. He had also noticed the

strange atmosphere between the two of them. Did Blanca really have any connection with Mr. Butler?

"Ahem... Matthew, in fact, I call you here just for a little case. You know my granddaughter, Malinda, is

close to Louise. I heard that you locked Louise up today, and she..." There was no need to go on. At

this point, Matthew had understood what Ernest meant.

But he didn't expect that Mr. Butler also knew this matter.