Blanca returned home when the living room light was on, she entered the door did not see Matthew, but Mrs. Brown is busy in the living room.
“Mrs. Brown, where is Matthew?” When she called, she was clearly at home. Why is he nowhere to be seen?
Blanca changed her slippers at the door, poured herself a glass of water, and was just halfway through when she heard movement from the study, she blinked, “In the study?”
“Uh-huh.”
Mrs. Brown was wiping the table, she wanted to say something when she saw Blanca come back, but the words turned in her mouth and then she swallowed them and gestured to Blanca, “Sir seems a little unhappy.”
Unhappy?
Blanca looked at Mrs. Brown’s cautious look and was a bit puzzled.
No, when she went out this morning she was quite normal, and just now she called everything was normal, how could she suddenly be unhappy.
“I’ll go check.”
Blanca drank the water in the cup, casually put the quilt on the coffee table and walked towards the study.
The road for a few seconds of distance she seriously thought, certainly not related to their own, could it be that the company has some kind of problem? But it doesn’t seem like it, with the understanding of Matthew during this period of time, what problems he can’t handle, there is still time to worry about work?
“Knock, knock, knock!”
Matthew was leaning lazily on the beige sofa, opposite the rows of heavy books. He came back early from work today, thinking that he didn’t know how Blanca was doing on her first day at the studio, but she hadn’t even sent herself a message all day.
Matthew looked at his phone from time to time in the company, it was almost like the employees underneath were guessing that the president was waiting for some billion dollar contract news?
But, until the end of the evening, there was no news from Blanca.
At seven o’clock in the evening, Matthew finally couldn’t resist making a phone call, only to have Goss, the driver, tell him, “Madam hasn’t mentioned the president all day.”
Matthew: “…”
Suddenly doubting his own charm?
“Matthew, are you in there? I’m coming in.”
Blanca’s voice came from the doorway, Matthew didn’t say anything and turned his face to the side, when Blanca pushed the door in she saw Matthew leaning lazily on the sofa, his slender legs folded, his eyes looking out the window.
“Matthew?”
“Yeah.”
Blanca catwalked over to Matthew and stood in front of him, “What’s wrong, are you upset about something?”
“Hmm.”
“…” I didn’t expect Mr. Grant to admit it so frankly and generously, Blanca’s words stiffened for a moment before she sat down next to him, “What’s upsetting? ”
Matthew did not say anything.
Blanca coughed, “That, Mrs. Brown made some snacks, let’s go out to eat?”
“Not interested.”
“…” The conversation couldn’t go on.
Blanca has not encountered this kind of situation, but look at Matthew’s look as if he is angry with someone, she took a deep breath and said righteously, “Who bullied you, you tell me, I will help you bully back!”