Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

After the fireworks show, the family returned home. Alice had fallen asleep in the car, and Matthew Grant carried her upstairs to her little room, where she didn’t wake up the whole way.

After Blanca Roach and Matthew Grant returned to her room, the first thing she did was open her phone to see what happened to the previous hit.

Just about to unlock it, she suddenly thought of something and looked up to ask Matthew Grant: “Can you tell me a little bit about your plans first so I can be prepared.”

Matthew Grant scooped the person into his arms and hugged her, his voice slow, telling her about his plan.

After hearing it, Blanca Roach asked rhetorically, “So this is all Fredrick’s doing?”

“Yeah.”

Matthew Grant responded indifferently.

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“Not sure yet.”

Well, Blanca Roach probably understood.

According to Matthew Grant’s plan, the Internet had blown up by now at this time, and there must be countless people asking Matthew Grant to come forward and confess the truth.

Blanca Roach sighed, she’d better not add to her problems.

“So when are you going to make your move?”

This is one of Blanca Roach’s biggest concerns. Although she now knows that Matthew Grant is being called out for his plans, she still can’t stand it, can’t stand so many people misunderstanding him and throwing dirt on him.

“After we find Fredrick.”

Blanca Roach nodded, not in too good a mood.

The little wife in his arms pink lips opened slightly to breathe, cheeks slightly red, a face very delicate, with a little childish, like a small flower bones emerging from the green leaves, not at all like a person who has already become a mother.

Matthew Grant couldn’t resist and kissed her gently on the corner of her mouth.

Blanca Roach is still sulking, suddenly kissed, did not react. When Matthew Grant left, she still looked dumbfounded.

Matthew Grant gave a low laugh and kissed the tip of her lovely nose again, his voice low and dumb: “What to do, I can’t help it.”

His voice was like a compelling magic, Blanca Roach’s thoughts dulled for a long time and finally dawned on her under his impish gaze.

Blanca Roach hurriedly jumped out of his arms, “Impertinent!”

“Where am I being immodest, huh?”

In the present situation, Matthew Grant is a gray wolf who is trying hard to catch his prey, and Blanca Roach is the red-eyed rabbit.

No matter how fast the rabbit runs, it cannot escape the wolf’s chase.

Finally Blanca Roach was firmly held in Matthew Grant’s arms, and he cupped Blanca Roach’s chin and kissed her.

Matthew Grant’s body temperature is on the high side, and I don’t know if it’s because he exercises a lot.

Blanca Roach was held in his circle and could not move a muscle.

Matthew Grant didn’t want to let her go easily, and kept changing the angle, entangled.

I don’t know how long it took, but when Blanca Roach felt like she was about to suffocate, Matthew Grant finally released her with mercy.

Blanca Roach lost her strength and leaned into Matthew Grant’s arms, taking small breaths of air.

Matthew Grant also cupped her chin, saw her eyes wet, eyes hanging at the corners of the charming scarlet, beautiful eyes flowing between the color of unaware of the charm.

Matthew Grant licked the corners of his lips at the thought that it was all because of him.

He spoke: “Blanca, are you tired?”

Tired? I’m sure I’m a little tired.

But Blanca Roach subconsciously shook her head in denial, “No.”

Matthew Grant’s expression was disappointed.

Blanca Roach sucked in a breath of cold air, good man, it is really not good.

She glared at Matthew Grant, but it was not intimidating, but rather aroused his unspeakable desire.

As she watched his eyes grow dangerous, Blanca Roach could not cry.

The first time Blanca Roach’s cell phone rang, she was so relieved that she immediately got out of Matthew Grant’s arms.