The next day, Blanca roach really got worse.
She opened her eyes and saw Isabel anxiously stroking her forehead, she opened her mouth vaguely, “What’s wrong with me?”
“You have a fever, Blanca, can you still hear me, Blanca …”
“Yes …”
Blanca Roach felt a heavy shadow in front of her eyes, she wanted to answer, but her brain was like a thousand gold sink, and she actually fainted and passed out.
Opening her eyes to a white ceiling, Blanca Roach took two minutes to regain her senses.
“You’re awake? Where do you feel sick? Do you want something to eat?”
A familiar voice sounded in her ear, and Blanca Roach didn’t have to look to know who it was.
Turning her head, she saw the concerned look on Matthew Grant’s face.
She bit her lip and didn’t say anything.
When he saw Blanca Roach’s appearance, Matthew Grant’s eyebrows were inaudibly knitted, and the calm and self-possessed man was a bit nervous.
Blanca Roach did not say anything, but only moved his lips, Isabel immediately went over to lie on the edge of the bed, “I’m sorry. It’s really because you had a bad fever that I informed President Grant, Blanca you blame me.”
Blanca Roach shook her head.
She had no intention of blaming Isabel, rather she was dizzy and the sight of Matthew Grant reminded her of the woman’s arrogance and braggadocio.
Within minutes, Isabel had backed away.
“Are you really that uncomfortable with me?”
Blanca Roach waited for a moment and spoke dryly, perhaps because she was sick and her voice was a little hoarse.
Matthew Grant did not hear for a while, Blanca Roach thought he was acquiescing, the hardness in her chest was spreading, she almost bit her already dry skinned lips, “Matthew Grant, is it no fun to sleep with me?”
“What do you mean by that?”
Matthew Grant didn’t know why Blanca Roach was asking and couldn’t help but raise his voice.
“It means literally, that woman … her, I saw you sleeping together with my own eyes!”
“Blanca Roach! Seeing with your own eyes is real? I said I can explain.” Matthew Grant also has some anger, Blanca Roach she actually do not believe himself, when has been so questioned?
But he was patient and soft.
“Then explain, explain how that woman got the hickeys on her, huh?”
Perhaps because in sickness, Blanca Roach full of complex emotions do not know how to vent, surprisingly a little bit of reason.
The crease between Matthew Grant’s eyebrows intensified.
At that moment, Matthew Grant’s cell phone rang, Charles White’s slightly muffled voice came from the other side of the phone, “Something’s wrong.”
Matthew Grant hung up the phone and glanced at Blanca Roach who was looking at herself.
Her eyes were wrapped in too many emotions, so Matthew Grant could not see clearly for a while.
“I’ll let Curtis Irwin outside, you rest until I come back to talk.”
Matthew Grant said play, has left …
Blanca Roach’s mouth opened, suddenly some do not know what to say. So, was she abandoned?
If Matthew Grant and the woman really had nothing, why would they be lying in the same bed? Blanca Roach gave herself a million reasons, but nowhere near as much of a shock as seeing them sleeping together.