Chapter 1225 : Use the same perfume

Book:Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle Published:2024-5-29

Matthew Grant hooked the corners of his mouth, his tone doting.
“Okay, all yours, so that’s smooth?”
“Mmm.”
Blanca Roach pouted and nodded, her hand clasping the steering wheel in front of her.
“You go back, I’m going to pick up the materials for the venue set up now, call me when the venue side is settled.”
“Then I’ll pick you up tonight.”
Matthew Grant’s voice was low as he leaned in and dropped a kiss on her forehead, rubbing the swirl of Blanca Roach’s hair with his hand.
He was just about to pull open the car door when Blanca Roach clutched the cuffs in her hands and couldn’t move.
He turned his head to look at her, his tone helpless and doting.
“What’s wrong? How am I supposed to get off … if you’re tugging on me?”
Not waiting for Matthew Grant to finish, Blanca Roach looked up and kissed him on the corner of his mouth, tilting her head to look at him with a burning gaze.
She licked her lips and just stayed there, not saying anything.
Matthew Grant dropped his eyes, his eyes almost melting into water, and ran his hand over Blanca Roach’s back.
“Want to say something? Hmm?”
“Just that …”
Blanca Roach felt very aggrieved at this point, her hand drawing casually on the shirt in front of her.
“You can’t let other women leave a smell on you in the future, I don’t like to smell.”
The words were not obvious, but the words were stealing jealousy and aggravation.
Matthew Grant laughed softly in a dumb voice and stared down into her eyes.
“Okay, from now on we’ll use the same perfume so that I smell like you all over.”
Blanca Roach burst out laughing at the comment and let go to regain her seat in the driver’s seat.
“Okay, I’m really fine, you go.”
“I’ll pick you up tonight.”
Matthew Grant squeezed her fingers, opened the door and got out of the car smoothly, the corners of his mouth raised had not yet fallen.
The staff, who had been looking at the car with their heads raised, were stunned to see this smile and forgot to withdraw their gaze for a moment.
Their president is really good looking when he smiles, but this smile is “once in a hundred years”.
Seemingly feeling the scrutiny from all sides, Matthew Grant cold face, sunken eyes swept a circle, lifting his legs straight to the exclusive elevator.
The staff looked at the back of the president’s departure, and the car that slowly drove away from the door.
Somehow, it always felt like they were invisibly fed a mouthful of dog food.
Matthew Grant went all the way into the office, sat in his office chair, smelled the residual smell in the air, frowned and called the intercom.
“Come here.”
Curtis Irwin answered on the phone and swallowed darkly when he entered the office and saw Matthew Grant with a black face.
“President, I’ll have that assistant taken care of.”
“Hmm.”
Matthew Grant didn’t seem to care much about this issue, so annoyed that he tugged the tie at his neck, his tone impatient.
“I’ll change into a set of clothes later, and you talk about that collaboration at two o’clock in the afternoon, I have to go out.”
“This …” Curtis Irwin looked embarrassed, “but they said they want to talk to you personally, this is a month ago, you do not go afraid … …”
“You’ve been talking a lot lately, do you want to go to Vietnam to calm down.”
“No, I can’t. I’ll make the arrangements.”
Matthew Grant glanced at him, stood up and walked towards the lounge, instructing in a cold voice.
“When I get out, have housekeeping come over and clean this office, so there’s no smell at all.”
Smell?
Curtis Irwin sniffed a few times, but could not smell anything.
It was probably his nose that was the problem, whatever his boss told him to do.
He squeezed out a smile and nodded with a respectful tone.
“Okay.”