On the way back, Blanca clearly felt that Matthew’s mood was not very high.
Probably, because she went out to dinner with Wilson behind Matthew’s back?
Or, because she promised Wilson’s request …
“Matthew, have you eaten yet?”
Blanca thought she was going about it the wrong way, so she changed the subject, “I went to see Alan this afternoon, and I’ve already signed the contract. Aren’t I great?”
“Yeah.”
This time, the cold-faced Grant president gave her a monosyllabic reply.
Blanca felt frustrated and sat down in her seat like a deflated ball, “Matthew, if you don’t say yes, then I’ll go to Wilson and make it clear that I won’t help?”
“Fine.”
Blanca: “…” so angry oh. I knew Matthew was waiting for her here!
Although very angry, but still have to keep smiling.
Who knew that when she arrived home, the titular Grant president took the initiative to open the door and then said to Blanca behind her, “I’m hungry.”
“So?”
“As my wife, aren’t you supposed to cook for me?” Matthew, in a matter-of-fact manner, pointed to the kitchen with some aggravation, “Mrs. Brown is off today, and oh yes, you had a great time eating at the restaurant, didn’t you? Your husband was working hard at that time. — to earn money for you and your future children.”
Blanca listened to Matthew’s count and suddenly felt as if she had done something wrong to him?
“So what would the president like to eat, I’ll go make it for you now, huh?” Blanca changed her shoes, hung her jacket on the shelf, and changed into a bright smile.
What to do, looking at Matthew’s handsome face, one felt that he had forgiven him.
Matthew leaned lazily against the wall and thought, “I want to eat you.”
Slowly the atmosphere in the living room or rise, followed by the next moment Blanca has not yet reacted, only to feel a sky spinning, followed by people have been Matthew to umm on the door …
Her mind was still thinking that there were vegetables in the fridge from the morning, so it would be no problem to make a good meal …
But who knew that the next moment she would be the food on Matthew’s plate.
Blanca gave a symbolic cry, in return for Matthew’s even deeper kiss, the dark sea floating. Rough gasps echoed in her ears, Matthew’s voice tinged with lust, “To bed?”
“Mmmm …”
Blanca wanted to refuse, but remembered the child … Yes, she should have a child belonging to herself and Matthew, just a moment of dazed, people have been carried by Matthew to go upstairs.
Matthew hugged Blanca and kissed her while holding her.
Until the back touched the soft bed, Matthew released Blanca, a pair of eyes deeper and deeper, “Let’s have a baby, huh?”
“…”
Blanca didn’t say anything, but her ears had gradually turned red, Matthew let out a low chuckle, then dropped a kiss on Blanca’s forehead.
The temperature in the room gradually rose, and the moon in the sky all hid behind the trees in shame.
I don’t know how long it took, a round of sun rose.