Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Blanca sat still, staring after Malinda. In her eyes, Malinda was perfect. She was beautiful and elegant. “How beautiful!” she muttered.

“What are you looking at?” said a voice behind her.

“Look! That girl is so amazing!” Blanca said. Then she turned and saw Matthew standing close to her. “Why are you here?” Blanca asked with surprise.

Matthew put his goblet on the table slowly and sat down beside Blanca on the couch. “Why wouldn’t I be here?” he shot back.

“Don’t get me wrong. I mean, I could take care of myself and don’t worry about me. Just, uh, go ahead and do your things,” said Blanca earnestly. She thought maybe Matthew worried about her, for she had never come to a party like this before.

Matthew said nothing and raised his eyebrows. This was one of his habitual moves, and even Matthew himself hardly noticed how fascinating the small gesture was. The couch was not very wide. Blanca and Matthew were so close to each other. Looking at Matthew’s handsome side face, Blanca felt her heart begin to pound faster.

“Take you to see Mr. Butler now?” Matthew said suddenly.

“Really?” said Blanca, thoroughly taken aback. Her eyes were suddenly bright. She rubbed her pendant unconsciously, which she had worn since as long as she could remember. The pendant was very precious, for it was the only proof of her identity. Blanca looked at Matthew expectantly, her black eyes gleaming. To Matthew’s surprise, he found himself almost paralyzed by her beauty.

“How old is Mr. Butler, Matthew? Is it OK in this dress? What doesn’t he like? How do I introduce myself? Your wife or…” Blanca looked extremely nervous and kept harping on those questions, for Mr. Butler was a key figure in finding her parents. When Blanca was quite in the fidgets and rubbing her hands together, Matthew sat back upon the couch and asked, “Are you nervous?”Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes,” Blanca admitted.

“Do you know how to introduce yourself now, Blanca?”

“Eh?” Blanca did not understand what he meant and looked doubtfully at him.

Matthew laughed and put his hand on Blanca’s warm cheek and then his long fingers slid down her ear. In an instant, something electric flitted across Blanca’s face and warmed her heart. She stared back at Matthew very still. In the silence she could hear only her very light breathing. They were so close to each other that Blanca could see his slender and dense eyelashes clearly. ‘Is he going to kiss me?’ Blanca thought, her heart beating so fast. Unconsciously, she pressed her lips together and close her eyes, waiting for a kiss.

“You’re not just Blanca. You are also my wife and Mrs. Grant,” said a voice in Blanca’s ear.

Blanca opened her eyes and saw Matthew looking at her with a big smile. He tapped Blanca’s forehead and teased her with a low, attractive voice, “You thought I was trying to kiss you, didn’t you?”

Blanca turned all red and embarrassed. “No, I’m not!” said Blanca loudly.