Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Mary didn’t think it was okay, but she didn’t dare say anything.

Lisa looked at the clothes Blanca had just taken off, staring into space, in somewhat of a daze. That high and mighty man…

She’d followed him for five years and taken care of everything in his life. Even buying him clothes and taking him meals. She’d done it all, and she thought she’d be the one to keep doing it.

Then a certain Blanca Roach had appeared!

Forget taking Mr. Grant lunch, she was out going on mall dates with him!

Jealousy consumed her like a raging fire, but Lisa had forgotten that it was normal for a married couple to do this sort of thing. Lisa shot a look at Mary, who nodded and slunk out.

Blanca looked at the navy-blue dress and felt her eyes light up. Clothes this exquisite… had to be worth a fortune, right?

Her pale hands stroked the cloth. She stripped and carefully stepped into the clothes.

But when she was preparing to pull the zipper, she found… it was broken?

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Blanca called for her twice but nobody responded out there. She saw there was a white blouse in the dressing room. Someone had probably forgot it here. She covered her shoulders with the blouse, lifted her skirt, and went out. “Miss Anderson, the zipper on this seems like it’s… Matthew, what are you doing here?”

Blanca was lifting her dress and hadn’t even finished when she saw Matthew walking in from the doorway. His expression was ugly. Curtis, following behind him, saw Blanca there and immediately looked shocked.

Not understanding the situation, Blanca looked at the pair. Matthew strode at her, his face darkening, teeth almost clacking audibly against each other. “Who told you to lay your hands on these clothes?”

“Huh? I…”

“Take it off!” A vein pulsed on Matthew’s forehead as he kept something suppressed deep inside, eyes spitting flame. This was the first time Blanca had ever seen Matthew like this. She was about to explain when Matthew pushed her into the dressing room. “Take it off – right now – this instant!!”

Blanca jolted and Matthew had already pushed her bodily into the room. Several people looked over in shock. Blanca’s back slammed against the dressing room wall and her eyes watered from the pain.

“You really think you’re my wife now, Blanca? That you can just touch anything you want?”

Matthew’s voice was frigid, while his eyes were still burning.

His hands didn’t stop, either. He stripped the blouse off her shoulders first and reached out for the dress. With her snowy skin exposed, Blanca reacted and pushed him away.

“Matthew! I’ll sue you for sexual harassment!”

Like a startled doe, Blanca glared fiercely at him.

She was a person. A person!

Not some thing to be pushed around?!

“I…

“I’ll take it off myself.” Blanca took a deep breath, her eyelashes trembling with emotion.

Sure, Matthew looked scary, but Blanca was even more upset with his attitude. All she felt now was utmost humiliation. Everything had been fake. She was just too innocent…