Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Blanca said hastily, “I thought we are just acting, for the sake of the contract.”

“Marriage itself is a contract anyway,” he said, approaching Blanca, “Why are you so shy about this? We’ve slept together once, haven’t we?”

As he said, Matthew was about to untie his bathrobe and Blanca could vaguely see his abs.

Blanca blushed and said, “I don’t remember anything about last night!”

“Then I’ll help you remember it.”

Matthew smiled and walked towards her.

Actually, though Blanca had been quite crazy last night, who kept yelling that only a dickhead would hide his dick, nothing had happened.

She just took off her clothes and untied his belt. But after that, she passed out. And Matthew did nothing but took away her necklace. They didn’t do anything else.

Right now, however, Matthew was walking towards her and there was nowhere for her to hide.

He reached out his hand and grabbed her tiny waist.

Blanca panicked and tripped over. They both fell onto the bed.

“Mr. Grant, there’s no need to hurry…”

Her face turned red and she stammered.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

However, Matthew’s hands were sneaking into her robe and tracing to her waist. He was caressing gently her soft skin.

Blanca felt like her blood had stopped running in her veins and she didn’t even know how to breathe.

Matthew was just teasing her. He didn’t expect to her to be so coy while she was just so calm talking about sex in the press conference.

The way she acted so shyly turned him on.

All his life so far, Matthew only cared about study and then put all his energy in his career and his company.

Even though a lot of women had thrown themselves on him, he was never interested. Surprisingly, he could hardly contain himself in front of Blanca.

“I thought you said that you would do anything for me as long as you get to meet the original owner of the jade necklace, right?”

He was one inch from her lips and he spoke to her in a seductive tone.

“But … I’m nothing but a poor girl from a slum. You’re so out of my league!”

She was begging and her eyes were filled with helplessness.

Matthew was intrigued. There were too many women who wanted to sleep with him. She was the first one to say no.

“Who you used to be doesn’t matter anymore. Now you’re my wife. Isn’t a couple supposed to sleep together?”

He placed his hand on the necklace on her chest, reminding her that the only way to meet the original owner of the necklace was to obey him.

Blanca made up her mind and closed her eyes, “Fine… Then you … be gentle with me.”

She looked like she had just made a life-changing decision, lying on the bed, and waiting for the man’s torture.

Matthew’s eyes darkened. He leaned over and touched her trembling lips. He stared at her face and relaxed his grip.

He stood up and put on his robe. He said coldly, “If you don’t want to do this, I’m not going to force you. But I had never thought of the possibility of sleeping in separate rooms for the next three years.”

After saying that, he left the bedroom.

As he walked out of the room, Blanca jumped out of bed. She locked the door and put a chair against it just to be safe. She sighed out of relief.

Blanca was overwhelmed by everything that happened during these two days and finally fell asleep at four in the morning.

She didn’t wake up until noon.

When she was up, she found the chair by the door wasn’t moved. She walked outside the bedroom and found that she was all alone in the mansion.

Matthew left her a note at the kitchen table that said, “I’ll pick you up at 6 p. m. and we’ll go and visit grandpa. Please get dressed up and look nice.”