Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Zola smiled sweetly, and when she looked at a person seriously, it would give people a feeling of being genuinely liked by her.

Blanca Roach was infected by her and her mood improved.

“Thank you for your liking.”

Zola’s face reddened and she shyly lowered her head.

When Blanca Roach saw this, the smile on her face grew even bigger, what a little cutie.

Blanca Roach felt that today was not too bad, although she met Felicia in the morning, but she met Zola at noon.

Zola is such a treasure!

This is what Blanca Roach said after seeing Zola’s designs.

Her work is still a bit green, but it’s easy to see her talent and spirit.

Blanca Roach felt that keeping Zola around was simply holding her back.

She took Zola’s resume and was a bit worried.

When Isabel pushed the door in, she saw Blanca Roach sitting on the couch, staring at the resume in front of her.

Isabel took a look at it and said, “Isn’t that the girl from the interview this morning? Why are you staring at her?”

Blanca Roach sighed and leaned back on the couch staring at the ceiling.

“She’s so good, so good that I don’t know if hiring her would be good or bad for her.”

Although Zola said she came here for the interview because she liked her work, Blanca Roach still had a hard time.

You can’t hold someone back just because they like you.

She thought about what a few people had said earlier, and she was in a bad mood.

Isabel didn’t know what she was struggling with, picked up the resume on the table and looked through it carefully, then said, “Since she came here for the interview, it means she has already decided, so why are you worrying about her?”

Blanca Roach sighed again, knowing that Isabel was right and that she was the one who was worrying too much.

Because of Zola’s remark about liking it, she was worried that if the studio found out badly afterwards, Zola would regret her decision now.

Isabel laughed at her explanation, “Oh, pregnant people really like to think about things, we’ll talk about it later.

Isabel’s words made Blanca Roach’s eyes light up. She was right.

“Ah, Isabel you’re so smart!” Blanca Roach gave Isabel a hug.

Isabel helplessly protects her belly, “You sit tight.”

The afternoon passed quickly and the results of the interviews came out. Blanca Roach left six people, including Zola, to come to work tomorrow.

Blanca Roach was very happy with the result of the day and was in a good mood, so she took Isabel out for a big meal.

But God forbid, they just walked out of the studio and saw Paddy.

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When Paddy chose to go abroad, Blanca Roach thought they would never see each other again in this life, but she never thought they would see each other again.

Blanca Roach was in a trance. She looked at Paddy and realized that although she had not seen him for so long, he had not changed at all.

Paddy was still as gentle as jade, looking at her with a smile.

No, something has changed too.

There was no longer any affection for her in his eyes.

Realizing this, Blanca Roach breathed a sigh of relief and felt a lot more relaxed at the same time.

She raised the corner of her mouth and walked towards Paddy: “You’re back, why didn’t you tell me?”

Paddy looked at her with a gentle gaze, like a brother looking at his sister whom he had not seen for a long time.

“I heard abroad about what happened at home, and I wanted to come back to see you, but I didn’t expect to get caught up in things, and when I finally managed to find the time to return home, I realized that things were already over.”

After Paddy finished speaking, he again put his eyes on Isabel who was embarrassed on the side, he still smiled and adjusted the atmosphere: “It seems Matthew Grant did a good job, but it’s me, the brother, who didn’t help anything.”

Blanca Roach heard him take the initiative to acknowledge being a brother, directly indicating that he has put aside his feelings for himself.