Blanca Roach curled up under the covers, showing only two eyes out, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
“Thinking about what?”
Matthew Grant leaned to one side contentedly and reached out to scoop her whole body up in his arms, his words dripping with lust.
Blanca Roach gave a soft hum between her lips and deflated.
“If I’d known that’s what was going through your head, I wouldn’t have come back with you.”
“Hmm?” Matthew Grant raised his eyebrows and stared down, a smirk crossing his eyes, “What do you want to do if you don’t want to come back with me, don’t you want to give Alice a younger sibling?”
“I … don’t want to! It’s too hard to be pregnant …”
Matthew Grant’s eyes darkened slightly, his thin lips tightened, and his long, slender fingers ran over the side of Blanca Roach’s face soothingly.
I have to say, the feel is good, as smooth as a peeled egg.
Blanca Roach’s eyes narrowed slightly, just now she was “eaten up”, empty of the last ounce of energy, now she just want to stay quietly.
The next second, there were a few tentative knocks at the door.
“Young master, there’s someone outside looking for you.”
Matthew Grant dropped a fold in the middle of his brow, his face dripping with impatience, and said in a cold voice.
“Not seeing.”
He had a good day for two, and some people really know how to “pick the time”.
“Well, young master, the person outside said she has an urgent matter to see you.”
“Since it’s urgent, you should go out and see.”
Blanca Roach raised her head from his arms to look at Matthew Grant, glanced at the scattered clothes on the floor, blushed, and whispered: “Don’t forget to look for new clothes in the closet.”
At the sound of Blanca Roach’s voice, Matthew Grant looked a little better, got up and put on a set of home clothes, then turned back to the bed and looked down at her with a sullen gaze.
“You stay here and lie down, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“Mmm.”
Blanca Roach, in a rare moment of good behavior, rolled over and retreated under the covers.
Matthew Grant pressed the corners of the covers for her before leaving the room, glancing upstairs to catch a glimpse of a figure in the living room and frowning slightly.
“Matthew …”
Shelly was already fidgeting a bit, and seeing the approaching person even more so as she put the cup of tea in her hand on the table and stood up.
“What brings you here?”
Matthew Grant, in contrast to her reaction, spoke in a light tone, sitting sideways on the couch furthest from her, looking up at her with an examining gaze.
Shelly glanced at the figure a few meters away from her, the decent smile on her face stiffened for a moment, and then she sat down on the couch closer to him.
Her eyes looked around, reached out and tucked the broken hair behind her ears, gave a dry laugh and spoke slowly.
“I just returned home and came over, so suddenly, did not disturb you, right?”
“Something wrong?”
Matthew Grant’s tone was dry, with no intention of talking to her at all.
Shelly choked on her words and looked embarrassed.
She couldn’t say that she had come back to confess her love for him, after all, they had met in college, and even if they had worked on the same project together, it had been a long time ago.
She also heard the news of Matthew Grant’s marriage and rushed over as soon as she got off the plane to verify the authenticity of the news.
But from what she knew about Matthew Grant, he was not the kind of person who would get married so early.
Shelly blinked, the corners of her mouth still smiled with just the right curve, and her eyes hid a tentative look as she spoke softly.
“I just returned to China and wanted to catch up with you, I heard that Matthew, you have a girlfriend?”
This name makes Matthew Grant frown, glanced at her, thin lips faintly spit out a few words.
“Does it matter to you?”