Shelly’s eyes kept falling on Matthew Grant, and froze for a moment when her name was suddenly called.
Then she squeezed out a small smile and got up to sit next to Alan Grant.
“Grandpa Grant, you called me.”
“I didn’t get a good look at you even though you just came back from abroad, I was quite surprised to follow Jim over here today.”
Alan Grant grabbed Shelly’s hand and looked at her with admiring eyes.
“It hasn’t been that long between us.” Shelly hid the reluctance in her eyes and gave a decent and well-behaved smile, “Would it be too abrupt for Grandpa to come all of a sudden?”
“What’s wrong with that, Grandpa couldn’t wait.”
Blanca Roach silent on the side to observe, the old man from the heart feel happy.
In the end, grandpa is also old, so he still wants his grandchildren to have a good marriage.
“Come on, let’s all eat.”
A large group of people arrived at the dining room and a few extra chairs were added to the table.
Matthew Grant pulled the person at his side and unobtrusively placed her next to himself, directly across from Shelly.
It was not going to be a day for the two of them, so it was natural to avoid right and wrong as much as possible.
Lane James squinted at Matthew Grant sitting diagonally across from him, and there was more calculation under his eyes.
“Matthew, how is the company doing these days?”
“Uncle Lane, The Grant family’s table is not deliberate, you can go to the company if you want to talk.”
Matthew Grant’s tone was light, and he put a chopstick of food on Blanca Roach’s plate without looking at her, without any intention to pay attention to him.
The atmosphere at the table instantly became very awkward, Lane James pulled the corner of his mouth, and finally chose to shut up.
Matthew Grant acted as if he had nothing to do with it at all, openly serving Blanca Roach’s food.
It was Alan Grant who broke the awkwardness with a laugh.
“Let’s eat as a family today, we don’t talk about business, just eat and eat.”
Blanca Roach just bowed her head and ate, glancing at the taciturn Matthew Grant.
It seems inaccurate to say that this man is thick-skinned, but he can make the situation cold and awkward at any time, without feeling that he is the one who started it.
Matthew Grant seemed to sense her gaze and stared at her sideways, lowering his voice.
“Eat up.”
The interaction between the two across the table fell directly into Shelly’s eyes, and her hand unconsciously tightened around her chopsticks, hating to break them.
Why could Blanca Roach accept Matthew Grant’s kindness with peace of mind, while she could only be with Jim Grant?
How could she be happy with that?
Jim Grant was eating his food, but he was watching Shelly’s reaction out of the corner of his eye.
He hooked his mouth and hummed, took a chopstick of the dish in front of Blanca Roach and brought it to her plate, half mocking, half threatening.
“Why do you keep staring at the dish in front of people?”
Shelly glared at him, but because of the people present, she could only withdraw her gaze.
In any case, the meal had been a stifling experience for her.
After dinner was over, Alan Grant dragged Lane James and Wilbert Grant to talk about the details of the engagement, which was after all a big deal for The Grant family and The James family.
Matthew Grant went upstairs for a video conference because he had piled up some work from the sudden dinner today.
It seemed like everyone had their own thing going on at the moment. Shelly looked at Blanca Roach, who was left alone, and the emotion under her eyes grew cold, and just as she was about to go up, she was pulled by the arm.
“Follow me.”
Saying that, Jim Grant pulled Shelly out of the restaurant and went to the back garden of The Grant family.