Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant

Chapter 162 Didn’t Touch Her

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Embarrassed. She was so embarrassed she wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

Blanca swallowed and smiled pleasingly. “Sorry, I misunderstood. I knew you were a good person,

Matthew! People like you, er… all well-dressed and well-mannered and good-looking, you couldn’t do

anything to take advantage of someone while their guard was down. I was too blind to see it!”

Listening to her apology, Matthew found the first half normal, but something seemed off the more he

got back.

At the end, his face sank.

“You’re blind, you say?” Matthew growled. So blind she married him?

“Huh?” Blanca hadn’t realized anything was off and she looked at Matthew, a bit confused, not taking

what he meant even after a whole minute.

Whether she was blind or not had nothing to do with this man. Wasn’t he butting in too much?

“Since you’ve misunderstood me, how do you plan to make it up to me?”

“…” This damn man.

Matthew really was a merchant who squeezed you for everything you had at every waking moment.

Blanca couldn’t help but roll her eyes, but… anyway, she was under his roof so she had to play by his

rules. She bit her lip and swallowed a jab. “Up to you. I’ll do anything you want.” So long as she hadn’t

been taken advantage of, that was fine.

“Really. Anything?” A smile drifted up on Matthew’s lips.

Blanca jolted. Somehow, she felt like that smile had strange intentions…

But she couldn’t take back her words, so she nodded. Blanca nodded seriously.

Right after she nodded, Matthew smiled like a fox and looked somewhat contemptuously at Blanca’s

body, stroking his chin and leering, “Don’t you women love to offer your bodies? Since that’s the case,

you can pay me back with your body.”

“You greasy slimeball, Matthew Grant!”

Blanca spat, narrowing her eyes. “I’ll promise you everything else but that.”

“But that’s what I want.”

“…” Matthew wasn’t taking a shine to her, was he?

As she considered that possibility, Blanca’s heart suddenly sped up, and her gaze started to drift…

If…

If Matthew really liked her…

“Kidding. A beansprout like you? I have standards.” While Blanca was still conflicting, Matthew

suddenly spoke, left her there in a daze, and went upstairs to change. The living room was left empty

with Blanca alone.

“You’re the beansprout! Your whole family are beansprouts!”

“Madam, breakfast is ready. The beansprouts they sent over from the old house is so fresh…”

Mrs. Brown was readying breakfast and spoke when she saw Blanca standing there out of sorts in the

living room.

“I’m not eating beansprouts, Mrs. Brown! Not for as long as I live!” Blanca snapped. Mrs. Brown

blinked, then burst into laughter. “Don’t hold it against the young master, madam. He just has a mouth

on him… he really does care for you. He didn’t just carry you back last night, he even had me make

you a hangover tea and change your clothes, just in case you didn’t sleep well…”

Mrs. Brown had never seen the young master care so much for anyone so much. With the young

master having found someone he liked, of course she was happy for him.

Hearing what Mrs. Brown said, Blanca flinched. Was Mrs. Brown telling the truth… did he really care

for her?

There came a noise from upstairs. Matthew had finished changing and came down in a delicate suit.