Matthew Grant reached for a towel to wipe a few times but how can not wipe off, he frowned, just want to go out to ask on seeing in the bathroom door standing well behaved people.
“Use this, or it won’t wash off.”
Blanca Roach smiled as she handed over a bottle of makeup remover and grabbed the towel from Matthew Grant’s hand.
Matthew Grant’s eyes grew heavy, and as soon as he pulled Blanca Roach into his arms, forcing her to look at the two inside the mirror, he lowered his voice.
“Madame did the good deed, of course, you need to handle it yourself.”
Blanca Roach was forced to wipe his face clean in Matthew Grant’s arms, and he took advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of several hands, looking at someone who was satisfied to go out, she sighed deeply.
This is called what, stealing a chicken but not the rice.
Because of the delay in the morning, Blanca Roach took Alice to The Roach family when it was almost eleven o’clock, Rosanne Butler saw her and greeted her, full of concern.
“Blanca, what took you so long?”
“Sorry for the wait Mom, Alice was crying a lot this morning so she was late getting out.”
Blanca Roach was forced to smile and tell a lie, but in her heart she said it was not because of Matthew Grant, who had to stay in the bathroom and not come out, otherwise it would not be so late.
“What’s wrong with Alice?” Rosanne Butler’s attention was drawn to Alice, and she hurriedly looked down at the little person in the stroller, “You’re usually so busy, I haven’t even seen Alice for a few minutes, she’s so big.”
Rosanne Butler’s mouth was full of complaints, but her expression was full of joy, and she teased Alice several times.
“Come on, come on in, I’ll have someone prepare lunch.”
Blanca Roach nodded and pushed the little man into the house, but saw no one else, and there was more than a hint of confusion in her eyes.
“Mom, are you the only one home today? Where’s my dad?”
“He, ah, something came up at work on short notice, he’ll be back at noon, so you should call Matthew over to eat with him too.”
“Okay.”
Blanca Roach nodded, she hadn’t been here for a long time, so it would be good to have dinner together.
“Come on, Alice, let Grandma hold you.” Rosanne Butler mouth chanting, reached out and took the little person out of the stroller, full of love and joy, teasing for a while but suddenly sighed and looked gloomy.
“What’s wrong?”
Blanca Roach took a sip of the tea that came up and looked up at her.
“Mom always felt sorry for you, she didn’t get to hold you at all a few times as a child.” Rosanne Butler sighed, a few wrinkles appearing on her well-kept face, her tone heavy, “I always think of you as a child when I hug Alice.”
“It’s okay, Mom, it’s all in the past, you’re good to Alice, you’re good to me.”
Blanca Roach sat down and patted Rosanne Butler’s shoulder, teasing Alice a little, and she squinted and laughed, her baby-fat face full of cuteness.
Rosanne Butler smiled back, and took Alice expertly in the crook of her arm.
“Enough about that, I heard that someone wet your dress at the party last night, which girl was it?”
“Huh?”
Blanca Roach froze for a moment before she realized what Rosanne Butler was talking about, what happened last night had reached her mother’s ears today, was this gossip among the rich wives of the gentry?
She waved her hand and said lightly, “It’s nothing, just an old classmate of Matthew Grant’s from before.”
“An old classmate?” Rosanne Butler frowned and lowered her voice, “Blanca, I’m telling you, you have to be careful of the third party in your marriage, it will ruin your life if you don’t get it right.”