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“Madam, what’s wrong with you, why do you look so unrefreshed?” Mrs. Brown had the meal ready and was shocked to see Blanca’s appearance.
It was haggard.
Blanca waved her hand and sat down to drink a glass of milk, “Where is Matthew Grant?”
“The young master went out in the morning.”
“Oh.”
It was good not to see him, Blanca thought to herself. It was Monday and she needed to go to the studio to work. Goss, the driver, was already waiting outside the door, so Blanca packed up and left.
“Just arrived at the studio.” Blanca explained, then she saw Peter Murray waving at her in the studio, she lowered her voice, “Is there anything else?”
“Wait for me, I’ll meet you there.”
“Drip drip drip …”
Blanca was just about to ask what was wrong when Matthew Grant had already hung up the phone. She couldn’t help but raise her heart, Matthew Grant was looking for her, was it something from last night?
The two of them were left in the living room after Peter Murray had sent Jennifer and Eaton inside to help him with his paintings. ”
“Shouldn’t I be here? It’s normal for me to come to work when you pay my salary.”
“Tsk.” Peter Murray laughed lightly, still looking a bit tense, “How did it go last night?”
“Hmm?”
“Don’t pretend. In front of me still pretend what pretend, now the high society has spread!” Peter Murray said.
Only then did Blanca find out that the story of last night had been spread, saying that Malinda Roach had been seeing some people in private and had made a scene at Rosanne’s birthday party. This led to Rosanne getting very upset and reprimanding Malinda Roach in public.
As for …
Blanca’s heart had been raised just now, and thought it was the matter of her own birth that had been exposed.
Her face was a little ugly, “Is this it?”
“Yes. Didn’t you look at Malinda Roach with displeasure? I thought you were going to celebrate at home today.” Peter Murray sat sashaying in his chair with his legs straightened out and beautifully slender.
He was already a good-looking guy, and this unconscious movement made him even more uninhibited.
But Blanca was not in the mood for this guy’s beauty.
Peter Murray gave her a warning, high society even a little bit of wind, the news is spread very fast, their own identity of things …
“Hey, what are you thinking about?”
Suddenly, a hand hit Blanca’s head, Blanca immediately tilted his head, “Why hit me?”
“Go, Old Mr. Butler’s exhibition is about to open, and you are still dumbfounded here, don’t you want to work?” Peter Murray ordered Blanca to do this and that.
Blanca spat out her tongue, knowing that Old Mr. Butler’s exhibition was about to start, and she had to go to confirm the venue today.
Only, her own identity …
Blanca was busy for almost an hour before the rakish Land Rover stopped at the door and Matthew Grant walked right in with a big stride, “Let’s go.”
“Where to?”
Blanca is now carrying things, Matthew Grant saw without saying anything to pick up the things in her hands, his face is not good, “Do you know you are pregnant? I can’t believe you’re doing this!”
“Don’t make a fuss. These are nothing.”
“Blanca, you are my wife. You’re carrying my son in your belly, understand?” Matthew Grant’s domineering oath was seen by Jennifer, who came out with an envious look on her face, “Blanca, you go ahead and do what you have to do. I’ll take care of this.”