Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant

Are you short of money

Matthew’s face changed a little. The atmosphere at the room seemed to be frozen.

“Is there something else?” Eventually, Blanca gave in, for she still needed his help to meet Mr. Butler.

She looked down at the hand holding her wrist. She found Matthew had such nice hands, his fingers all

white and slender. She wondered why he always liked to hold her wrists.

“Are you short of money, Blanca?” asked Matthew suddenly.

The question came as a surprise to Blanca. She froze for an instant and then she shrugged her

shoulders. “Well, you’re right. I like money. I like it a lot, as much as everyone else in the world. Most

people work for money, just like me. So, my dream is to make a ton of money,” said Blanca with a

smile.

Matthew looked mildly surprised. Evidently, he had not expected Blanca would admit that she loved

money. He had seen how people just could not wait to show their disdain for money as if it somehow Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

showed their noble quality. More surprisingly, he thought what she said made sense.

“Why do you like money so much?” he continued to asked.

“I love money more than the other things in the world,” Blanca replied without hesitation. Then she

talked about her childhood. When she was a child, she stayed with her grandma in a slum and was

always cold and hungry. Her grandma could not afford to pay her school tuition, not to mention new

clothes and schoolbags. Even an ice cream seemed impossible to her.

Blanca told Matthew the story of her past calmly. When she finished, she heaved a great sigh of relief

and kept her eyes fixed on Matthew. The man fell silent for a while and his brow was knitted. “Look.

Since you love money so much, why don’t you use my money? I have given you my bankcard,”

Matthew asked, confused. He had the advantage of being born into a rich family. So, he had never

experienced financial worries before. In his mind, money could be used to buy his way out of

everything in life. Especially, he had given Blanca a bankcard, for him, she didn’t have to worry about

money any more and just needed to obey him, like many other women.

“Why should I spend your money? I can earn it myself. Well, I really don’t want to talk about this

anymore. I’m going to go freshen up, or I will be late for work.” Blanca said decisively and left.

Mrs. Brown had made breakfast for them. Having eaten her meal quickly, Blanca hurried out of the

house with Matthew. She walked behind him and didn’t notice that she had stepped into the

underground parking lot. When she looked at cars in front of her, she was shocked. There were so

many cars here! Are they all Matthew’s?

“Do you need so many cars, Matthew?” asked Blanca in surprise. She couldn’t believe what she was

seeing.

“Of course,” Matthew sneered. He walked to a Porsche and stepped in. He drove to Blanca and

continued, “Don’t men always like cars?”

That made sense and Blanca couldn’t argue with that, although she still thought there was no need to

own so many cars.