Blanca Roach actually had everything pretty much taken care of.
After finishing everything, she stretched her back.
“Done getting it done?”
“Yeah.”
Matthew Grant stood up from the couch.
I’m afraid there was no one else who could make Matthew Grant wait like this, except Blanca Roach.
But even if Blanca Roach made himself wait for an afternoon for no reason, Matthew Grant did not complain at all. Instead, he took the initiative to pick up Blanca Roach’s jacket and put it on her.
“Can we go home now?”
“Yes. Where else would Mr. Grant want to go if not home?”
Blanca Roach blinked.
I don’t know if it’s because she’s done, but Blanca Roach is now so relaxed that she’s making jokes about Matthew Grant, who gave a mysterious hook at the corner of his mouth, “Where do you want to go?”
‘Huh?’
Blanca Roach didn’t understand Matthew Grant’s meaning for a while.
Just a pair of almond-like eyes looked at Matthew Grant, a little confused.
Matthew Grant knocked her head, but didn’t dare to hit her too hard. This silly girl.
The two came out when the people outside had almost gone, the remaining few were still buried in work, Blanca Roach reminded them not to go home too late.
When they got out of the office, they realized that the outside was now decorated with lights.
Blanca Roach realized with a start that it was Christmas.
The street window displays were filled with all sorts of elaborate little gifts and Christmas trees, and she looked delighted.
Matthew Grant went to get his car and came back to see Blanca Roach staring at the shiny presents on the tree.
“Want a present?”
“No … I’m just looking.”
Matthew Grant pulled open the car door and got in, only to find out later that Matthew Grant’s car was not headed home.
She looked around to make sure the route was indeed not home.
“Matthew Grant! Where are we going?”
“You guessed.”
“…”
There’s no point!
Blanca Roach bellyaching, but still gripping the seat belt on her chest, “It’s already so late, where are we going if not home?”
“To take you somewhere else.”
“Huh?”
“For Christmas.”
“But I don’t do Christmas. …” Blanca Roach’s consciousness of these holidays is very indifferent, as a child her family was poor, and she could only wear new clothes on New Year’s Day. For Blanca Roach, every day is a normal day.
At first, she would be happy to wear new clothes all day, but later on she realized that the holidays were not that different.
It’s just that her grandmother would say that it was more important, and she would make all kinds of pork balls before New Year’s Eve, and Blanca Roach would watch and occasionally play.
“Since you’re with me, you have to listen to me, okay?”
“Okay, then.”
Blanca Roach naturally can not twist Matthew Grant, since Matthew Grant has said so, she had to agree.
Perhaps she was a little tired during the day, Blanca Roach felt a little tired and fell asleep on the chair.
When she woke up again, the car was already parked in front of a hotel.
“Are we there yet?”
Because of the sleep, Blanca Roach’s voice was soft with some special hoarseness.
It made Matthew Grant’s heart skip a beat.
He nodded, “Get out of the car.”
It was a little late to arrive tonight, and with Blanca Roach acting like a sleepy little sheep, Matthew Grant had to cancel the evening’s trip.
By the time they arrived at the hotel, it was already ten o’clock at night.
Matthew Grant and Blanca Roach simply washed up and went to rest.