A week passed before Blanca Roach recovered from this bad cold.
This day, Blanca Roach was painting in her studio when she suddenly heard a loud noise outside, she just looked up and didn’t move.
Isabel couldn’t stand it anymore, “Blanca, it’s been a week already, and you’re really not going to see President Grant?”
“Why should I?”
“Don’t they say that couples fight at the end of the bed and make up? It’s been so many days, it’s time for you to get over it, right?” Isabel said in an aside
Since Blanca Roach saw the news in the newspaper, she didn’t want to see Matthew Grant at all, but Matthew Grant didn’t know what he was busy with in those two days, and he didn’t have time to coax.
This led Curtis Irwin to let Isabel take a leave of absence to accompany Blanca Roach. by the way … do a little undercover.
Isabel this difficult ah, on the one hand is their own boss, on the other hand is their own good friend.
They are in the end to cold war until when ah?
“Isabel you are wrong, I think Blanca did the right thing, Matthew Grant is simply too much, that woman has what is good ah? What’s so great about that woman? She looks older and uglier than Blanca. I’m starting to doubt Matthew Grant’s taste now and agree that Blanca continues to ignore him.”
Elizabeth Harris, who had seen Matthew Grant get defeated for the first time, had to add fuel to the fire, right?
Isabel saw Elizabeth Harris helping out, and was even more anxious.
Blanca Roach didn’t care to argue with them, instead, she put her head to work. She is now gradually finding the joy of designing, and it is a very happy thing to add elements she likes to it.
Looking at Blanca Roach, Elizabeth Harris and Isabel looked at each other, and Isabel looked at Elizabeth Harris prayerfully, who helplessly stretched her hands, saying there was nothing he could do.
“She still doesn’t agree?”
Outside the studio, Matthew Grant stood in the doorway with a cold face.
It had been three days in a row, and Blanca Roach wouldn’t go home or see him. Without even giving a chance to explain, the death sentence was handed down straight away.
Matthew Grant’s thin lips pursed.
‘President Grant, why don’t you go back first? I don’t think Blanca should be able to do anything for a while …”
“What did she say?”
Matthew Grant had waited outside for three days in a row, but Blanca Roach just wouldn’t meet.
He had used almost every means at his disposal.
Isabel was too afraid to tell Matthew Grant what Blanca Roach and Elizabeth Harris had said, so she could only watch him in silence, and fortunately Matthew Grant didn’t ask any more questions, except that he wouldn’t leave.
In the studio, Elizabeth Harris looked at Blanca Roach, who was “concentrating on her painting”, she had made a mistake for the third time in a row.
“Blanca Roach, are you being fake? You want to know why Matthew Grant didn’t come two days ago, but you’re still pretending like you don’t care.
Elizabeth Harris couldn’t stand it anymore and took away the pencil from Blanca Roach’s hand.
If Blanca Roach really did not care, it would be fine, but she looked like this, clearly cared very much.
He is not used to such people who say things that are not true.
“I do not? Go play with Peter Murray if you have nothing to do, don’t chat with me here, I’m busy.” Blanca Roach took her pencil back.
Her eyes dodged a little, and anyone who was a human being could see that Blanca Roach was distracted. ….