Shelly’s smile froze on the edge of her mouth, but the corner of her eyes glanced over in the direction of Blanca Roach’s location as if nothing was wrong.
This time, she had more than one purpose …
“Well, then, let’s go sit over by the window so we can have a good talk.”
Saying that, she also intentionally or unintentionally brushed the corner of Matthew Grant’s coat, looking more and more ambiguous between the two of them.
Blanca Roach looked at the two of them, her hand clenched into a fist under the table.
This poacher is really “persistent”, every moment trying to steal her man.
Shelly followed Matthew Grant towards the store window, with an imperceptible sneer at the corner of her mouth, deliberately pretending to look surprised as she passed by, raising her voice.
“What a coincidence, isn’t this Mrs. Grant?”
“What a coincidence indeed.”
Blanca Roach skinned a smile, skipped Shelly and looked up directly at Matthew Grant, smiling lightly, “Isn’t this my husband? What a coincidence to meet here.”
Shelly rushed before Matthew Grant, gave a laugh and opened her mouth to explain.
“Mrs. Grant, you must not misunderstand, Matthew and I just came out to talk about work.”
The explanation was a clear attempt to make things worse, which suited Shelly’s needs.
Blanca Roach grunted, slowly stirring the coffee in her cup, her spoon making a tinkling sound.
“What work can’t be discussed with my husband at the office, it has to be an appointment at the café.”
“Mrs. Grant, don’t you want to introduce this gentleman first? It seems like you guys got here first, are you talking about work too?”
Shelly asked as she surveyed Matthew Grant’s expression and waited for an opportunity to ask.
Paddy then stood up, a gentle smile on his lips as usual, and extended his right hand to Matthew Grant.
“President Grant, we meet again.”
“Hello again.”
Matthew Grant’s tone was cold, and he gave him a perfunctory shake, turned to stand beside Blanca Roach, and took her by the waist.
“I was supposed to pick up my wife today, so here it is just in time to save me another trip, we’ll go first.”
Paddy didn’t say anything with a smile, instead Shelly’s expression stiffened and she hurriedly spoke.
“Matthew, we haven’t talked about our work yet.”
“I will ask Curtis Irwin to hand over to you, and don’t call me out on such excuses in the future, I’m busy and don’t have time.”
Matthew Grant sounded cold, didn’t give Shelly another extra look, and looked at Paddy instead.
“Since we ran into President Paddy today, in two days at The Grant family’s old house, Blanca and I are going to hold our daughter’s 100th day banquet, I hope President Paddy will attend then.”
“President Grant himself invited, I will naturally go.”
Before the words fell, Matthew Grant took Blanca Roach’s bag and swept her away from the cafe, not even giving her time to talk.
Paddy watched the two of them leave, a flash of disappointment in his eyes.
Shelly smiled coldly and stood with her arms around her chest in Blanca Roach’s place, with a mockery at the corner of her mouth.
“What, President Paddy ‘out of luck’, huh?”
“Why did Miss Shelly say that?”
Paddy was back to his usual gentle self, but with a sense of detachment.
He sat down and took a sip of his coffee, not looking the least bit emotional.
Shelly narrowed her eyes, she didn’t believe that Blanca Roach would be indifferent when she was taken away in front of him.
“It seems that President Paddy has the self-awareness to know that he simply can’t steal Matthew.”
“We’re not the same, and that’s a comment better given to Miss Shelly herself.” Paddy beckoned the waiter and glanced at Shelly, “Check out, and by the way, find a single seat for this young lady.”