But because Rosanne was there, it had to be left alone.
Matthew Grant took a deep look at Blanca, “I will not pursue the matter today but next time if you dare to do so, eh?”
“I know …”
Next time, even if Blanca lend hundreds of guts she would not dare. She was a first time mother and knew how important the child in her belly was to her, and she would never put her baby in danger.
It was almost noon, and Matthew Grant had Curtis Irwin bring in the food.
Mrs. Brown made it herself, a four-course meal of private pixel eggplant, sweet and sour pork, small bowl of vegetables and steamed sea bass. Curtis Irwin had just come in with the bag when Blanca wrinkled her nose and gave a pitiful expression, “Mrs. Brown made this, didn’t she? I can smell it already, one word, it smells good!”
“Greedy little cat.”
Matthew Grant said in a good-natured way.
This girl, besides good food, what else can make her so happy?
Matthew Grant does not know, Blanca is very clear. In her life, there are only two things she loves most, one is eating food, and the other is painting.
When she thought of painting, a flash of sadness flew across Blanca’s eyes. I don’t know if I can continue to work in the studio after I get out of the hospital and apologize to Peter Murray.
“Mom, this dish is made by Mrs. Brown, Mrs. Brown is the aunt who takes care of us at home, and also the person who has been sparingly guarding Matthew Grant since he was a child, she cooks very well, try it.”
Looking at Blanca handing Rosanne her favorite crispy sweet and sour pork chops, Matthew Grant felt a little uncomfortable.
When he was at home, Blanca would not wait to eat with him, but now he was giving it to Rosanne.
Eating.
“Matthew Grant, you also eat ah.” Blanca narrowed her eyes and smiled, just now Curtis Irwin got the table for them, because Blanca’s injury is the left hand, so the right hand can still eat. Rosanne, on the other hand, was injured all over her legs and waist, which didn’t affect her eating either.
Rosanne tasted the food and had to say that her mouth had eaten all the cuisines of different countries, and she thought Mrs. Brown’s cooking was not bad.
“You eat it.”
“Blanca, you’re really here!”
Just as the two were eating with great pleasure, suddenly there was a shout from outside the door and Peter Murray and Old Mr. Butler walked in. Old Mr. Butler immediately went to Rosanne’s side to shush her, while Peter Murray gave Matthew Grant a cold, somewhat arrogant look. “Chairman, what’s wrong with you? Not even answering the old man’s phone?”
Just now the two people wanted to call Matthew Grant, but Matthew Grant’s phone could not be reached, so they could only find them one by one.
Fortunately, Old Mr. Butler usually has more interviews and magazines, so everyone knows him, so they didn’t have much trouble letting him in.
“Phone?”
Matthew Grant felt around and fished the phone out of his pocket, “Oh, it’s dead.”
“…”
Peter Murray held back his anger as Old Mr. Butler’s eyes were already moist over there. rosanne explained for a long time that she didn’t want him to worry so she didn’t tell him, and turned to calm down and told Old Mr. Butler about Blanca’s identity.
Old Mr. Butler was wide-eyed, his eyes like copper bells, his voice hoarse, “How is this possible?”