“Who’s that guy?”
Matthew Grant stared at the two people talking to each other, his face instantly darkened, the anger in his eyes was obvious, and he asked word for word.
Curtis Irwin followed Matthew Grant’s eyes and glanced over there, swallowing darkly, feeling that the situation was somewhat unpleasant.
“This, he’s Paddy, a new talent in the business world in the last two years, and he was invited only because of a bit of cooperation with our company.”
“Paddy?” Matthew Grant narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly, “Check him out.”
After saying that, he took a step in that direction, with an appalling chill all over his body, the temperature around him dropped a lot.
Curtis Irwin unconsciously shivered a little, a little compassionate look at that direction.
Now we can only expect Paddy to fend for himself …
Paddy looked at Blanca Roach, who was smiling delicately in front of him, and the emotions under his eyes deepened, shaking the glass of wine in front of him and slowly opening his mouth to test the waters.
“Blanca, you are still a …”
“Excuse me, I’m looking for my wife for something.”
Matthew Grant directly interrupted Paddy’s words, cold eyes looked at him, with a threatening and cold under his eyes, a handful of Blanca Roach gathered in his arms.
Paddy froze for a moment, then looked at Blanca Roach, “Blanca, this is?”
“Ah, this is my husband.” Blanca Roach looked at someone with a bad face, secretly clutched his sleeve and gave a dry smile, “Brother Paddy, I’m going to the bathroom first, we’ll talk later.”
With that, Blanca Roach pulled Matthew Grant and forced him to leave, not seeing the disappointed and regretful eyes of the people behind him.
No sooner had the two of them left the sight of the others than Matthew Grant grabbed Blanca Roach’s wrist in turn and led her crashing into a small room off to the side, pinning her whole against the door.
Blanca Roach blinked, stifled a laugh, and asked in a seemingly innocent manner.
“What’s wrong? What are you doing pulling me in here? Matthew Grant, I’m going to the bathroom now.”
“No go! Don’t you have anything to explain?”
Matthew Grant cupped Blanca Roach’s chin in his hand and lowered his eyes to meet hers, the emotions in his eyes and face unmistakable.
“You mean brother Paddy? We knew each other as kids, we just met for a word or two.”
Matthew Grant narrowed his eyes and looked at Blanca Roach’s white neck, which was exposed by raising his head, and felt that the “Paddy brother” was more and more harsh.
Blanca Roach was forced to accept the “stormy” kiss, her hands were fixed on the top of her head, so she could not struggle.
Matthew Grant should be really furious, different from the usual kissing accommodation and tenderness, unrestrained in Blanca Roach’s mouth plundering, only to stop at the end, held Blanca Roach tightly into the arms, said mute.
“No matter who he is, don’t get that close to him.”
“Got it.”
Blanca Roach lightly breathed against Matthew Grant’s shoulder, hooked the corners of her mouth, a sweetness came up in the bottom of her heart, poked Matthew Grant’s palm with her hand and whispered.
“Are you jealous? Don’t worry, Paddy’s brother knows I’m married, he won’t think anything of it.”
Matthew Grant hummed, did not reply, only hugged the person tighter.
There are no thoughts he knows very well, are men, the kind of eyes hidden feelings, he can see.
Blanca Roach did not hear Matthew Grant back, deflated, knowing that this time it was her fault, softened her voice and spoke.
“Well, why don’t you come over and talk with us later and I’ll formally introduce you to him.”