Blanca Roach was kind of a nobody at the moment, so she simply nestled in the kitchen to see if she could make some snacks.
And Matthew Grant was upstairs in a video conference, so he might get hungry later.
She opened the fridge and thought it would be best to make a fruit platter, saving time and effort and not having to go through a lot of trouble.
Matthew Grant was in the middle of a video conference when he caught a glimpse of a small woman sneaking in through the doorway.
With a fruit plate in her hand, she tiptoed over to the sofa and sat down in a disciplined manner.
It may be afraid of disturbing his video conference, so the whole time did not dare to make a sound.
Matthew Grant’s lips are slightly curved, the bottom of his eyes can’t stop smiling, holding the electronic pen hand in the camera can not see the place hooked.
At this time, a large table of people across the video only feel like seeing a ghost, one or two are afraid to speak.
No one has ever seen such a president, deserting at the time of the meeting, and also showing such a smile.
Only Curtis Irwin saw the strange, immediately understood what was going on, coughed a few times to clear his throat.
“Well, that’s it for today’s meeting, we’ll discuss the specifics tomorrow when we get to work.”
After saying that, he hung up the video call on the computer.
Only Blanca Roach, who was sitting on the couch, was still an afterthought, pointing to the computer in front of Matthew Grant and saying with a muzzle.
“Aren’t you still in a meeting?”
“Come here.”
Matthew Grant half leaned back in his chair and stared at her with a smirk, hooking his hand at her again.
This smile is very compelling, causing Blanca Roach’s heart to tremble, and immediately jogged to him with the fruit plate in front of her.
“Why did you end the meeting so early today, eat fruit?”
Saying that, she passed the fruit plate in her hand forward, but was picked up by Matthew Grant and placed it casually on the table, taking her as a person into his arms and sitting on his lap.
“Tell me, why are you so attentive today?”
“What do you mean, attentive?” Blanca Roach deflated, tugging Matthew Grant’s tie into her hand and playing with it, “I call it caring about the overtime people, I see you working too poorly overtime.”
“Oh? Then madam is just free now.”
Matthew Grant sounded a little distracted, his hand already pressed behind Blanca Roach’s waist, pressing her smoothly into his arms.
“Not right now.”
Blanca Roach muttered under her breath, bracing her arms between the two and pulling away a bit.
She looked at Matthew Grant from top to bottom and said with a straight face.
“We can’t spend the night at the old house tonight, I don’t feel comfortable with Alice at home with Mrs. Brown, she might cry at night.”
Matthew Grant’s movement motion paused for a moment, then took her hand and stood up, collected the computer on the table and walked out.
“Then go home and sleep.”
As the two of them went down, a group of people were chatting animatedly.
Alan Grant caught a glimpse of Matthew Grant’s hurried gait and saw it in turn.
“Not spending the night here again?”
“We don’t feel comfortable with Alice at home.”
Blanca Roach was pulled so tightly that she could only follow him, smiling at the old man.
She saw Matthew Grant and forced a smile, and moved away from Jim Grant.
“Matthew, you have to …”
Not even waiting for her to finish her sentence, Matthew Grant passed in front of her without a glance, without any reaction.
Shelly looked at the two figures leaving, secretly clenched her hand, and the emotions under her eyes tumbled.
No matter what, there was no way she was going to give up on Matthew Grant.