The charity dinner was held successfully.
On the way back, Matthew and Blanca didn’t speak to anyone, and the driver inquired, “President Grant, is it straight home?”
“Yes.”
“No!”
Matthew and Blanca said at the same time, and after they finished, Blanca looked at Matthew and gritted her teeth, “President Grant, I need to go back to Isabel’s.”
‘You should go home.” Matthew’s eyes went cold, “Blanca, don’t you forget you have a family yourself.”
“But we’re in a cold war.” Blanca looked at Matthew with a straight face and a smug smile on the corner of her mouth.
Yes, even if you are a couple what’s wrong, you can sleep in separate rooms when you are in a cold war, or even go back to your mother’s house, right?
Blanca angled her chin and looked at Matthew provocatively.
Matthew felt a little funny, Blanca seems to be getting bolder and bolder lately, “Why did you agree to Aurora’s proposal?”
Matthew now receded from the coldness in front of outsiders, but still looked heavy and wise. He casually untied the tie on his chest and leaned lazily on the seat behind him.
It was as if it was a beautiful painting.
Blanca withdrew her eyes and said stubbornly, “Why don’t you say yes? It’s my job.”
“Job? Oh, your job is to suffer and not say anything?” Matthew’s voice went cold.
Just now at the party Matthew was not in a position to say much, but although he was chatting with other partners, his eyes were always chasing Blanca.
So his situation at that time Matthew saw clearly.
Clearly Aurora deliberately!
“I …”
Blanca wanted to retort, but suddenly reacted that Matthew was fighting for himself.
The words that reached her throat swallowed again, Blanca pursed her lips, “So you’re caring for me?”
“Oh, how could I possibly care about you?”
“Matthew, you’re dead set on denying it.” Blanca said through clenched teeth.
The scenery outside the window kept receding, and the driver over here drove awkwardly before finally having no choice but to repeat to, “President Grant, madam, where exactly are we going now?”
“Home!”
“No!”
Blanca was adamant that she would not go home with Matthew, and Matthew’s profoundly contoured face was tinged with a layer of haze as he sneered, “Well, it’s okay if you don’t go back with me, and the clothes you’re wearing don’t say either? Take it off, go down and put.”
Matthew’s voice was so clear and cold that Blanca thought she had misheard him for a moment!
What did he say?
What did he say? He asked himself to take off his clothes!
Blanca’s chest kept rising and falling with anger, and only after half a day did she get out a sentence, “Matthew, you are shameless!”
“Oh? Thanks for the compliment.”
“…”
Finally Blanca was taken back by Matthew, she got out of the car with a huff, Mrs. Brown greeted her, “Madam, you are back. I made your favorite sweet and sour pork!”
“Thank you, Mrs. Brown, I’ll go to my room.”
Blanca’s eyes drooped, she didn’t have any appetite at all now.
Since it was Saturday, it didn’t really matter if she didn’t go back.
Blanca didn’t want to talk to Matthew, she always felt that Matthew had been particularly unreasonable since she had mentioned the separation. She went back to her room and texted Isabel that she would not be going back tonight.
After that, she casually threw the phone on the bed sheet and sank down on the bed.