Back to the house.
Blanca Roach took the initiative to go to the bathroom to turn the water on and get the bath water for Matthew Grant before returning to the bedroom and changing the clothes on her body into comfortable cotton pajamas.
“Matthew Grant, the bath water is ready. You can go take a shower now.”
“Hmm? So good today?”
“That’s not true. I’m the best wife you’ve ever had.”
Blanca Roach smiled, tugging Matthew Grant’s arm and pushing him toward the bathroom.
Blanca Roach didn’t really know how to be a wife, but she was willing to learn for Matthew Grant’s sake.
She likes Matthew Grant, and she wants to be with him all the time. Since Matthew Grant can be so honest with himself, Blanca Roach will not hold back.
She will show her best self to Matthew Grant.
For example … now.
“The bath water is warm, and I don’t know what temperature you want, so go ahead.”
Blanca Roach arched her eyebrows and took the initiative to take off Matthew Grant’s suit jacket and put it on her shoulders. Matthew Grant was going to hesitate, but he was directly pushed in by Blanca Roach.
The door of the bathroom was closed.
The sound of running water came from inside in no time.
Huo Nian patiently and meticulously folded up Matthew Grant’s clothes, thought about it, and put it under his nose and gently sniffed it. It really smells good …
Suddenly remembered what, Blanca Roach’s cheeks reddened, but soon recovered naturally.
She coughed dryly twice and put Matthew Grant’s clothes away.
After a while, Matthew Grant came out of the shower and saw Blanca Roach sitting nicely on the edge of the bed, the light hitting her body, Blanca Roach was only wearing a thin nightgown, her shoulders and neck line was very beautiful.
It was so beautiful that one wanted to take her into one’s arms and never let go.
Matthew Grant thought so, and did so.
“Yah, Matthew Grant what are you doing …”
Blanca Roach came back to her senses and found that she had been taken into Matthew Grant’s arms, and her face suddenly turned red. She tried to reach out and push Matthew Grant away, but was hugged even harder by Matthew Grant.
Matthew Grant was wearing only a bathrobe after the shower and nothing underneath. Blanca Roach reached out and accidentally touched Matthew Grant’s hot skin and the clothes on his chest fell apart.
“Matthew Grant …”
“I missed you.”
Matthew Grant’s voice was tinged with some low hoarseness, one of his arms around Blanca Roach’s waist, the other holding Blanca Roach’s head down and forcing her to meet his gaze.
Matthew Grant gasped raggedly, his voice low and ambiguous. Tantalizing.
Blanca Roach’s heartbeat unconsciously accelerated just by listening to it …
“Matthew Grant! Your hair is still wet …”
The wet water droplets fell on Blanca Roach’s face, cool, but inexplicably very sobering.
Matthew Grant’s thin lips hooked up to a smile, grabbed Blanca Roach’s hand, “Then you help me blow-dry my hair.”
“You, you can’t do it yourself, huh?”
I don’t know why, it feels like Matthew Grant squeezed his own hand are like put in a hot basin barbecue, very hot.
It was so hot that one could not calm down.
Heart pounding too.
“Shy?”
“No, I’m not!”
Blanca Roach coughed twice and then immediately escaped from Matthew Grant’s arms. Turned to the drawer to look for a hair dryer, when found the hair dryer, Blanca Roach then came over with the hair dryer, “Okay okay, hurry up and blow your hair!”