Matthew Grant’s face grew colder as he locked Blanca Roach’s wrist in his hand and narrowed his eyes at Paddy.
There weren’t many people who could threaten him like that, but all of those who did would be dealt with by him as well.
“I hope President Paddy can understand, Blanca is my wife, is my people, you give her something to give to me The Grant family, how to deal with it is also my decision.”
After saying that, Matthew Grant took the necklace and threw it into the trash can next to him by hand.
The necklace made a tinkling sound inside the trash can and fell dry into the pile of garbage.
Paddy’s expression froze and he curbed his smile.
“President Grant, it’s not appropriate for you to make a decision for Blanca like that, is it?”
“None of your business, this is between us as a couple, President Paddy just mind your own business and don’t covet what is not yours.”
Matthew Grant said the words are very absolute, not a bit of love left, pulling the small woman in his arms straight to the backstage.
Blanca Roach glanced behind her at Paddy, only to meet his lost gaze, causing her heart to flutter.
Perhaps it was true, as Matthew Grant thought, that Paddy didn’t simply feel the same way about her as a brother does about his sister, but that he liked her.
But she already had Matthew Grant, it was impossible to accept another person.
So, no matter what that necklace she can’t just accept it, let alone keep it in her hand.
Matthew Grant walked all the way to the lounge, kicked open the door with his foot, pushed Blanca Roach against the back of the door and looked down at her.
“What, you’re happy to receive a gift?”
“Where am I happy?” Blanca Roach deflated, bracing her hand on the doorknob, “That’s clearly panic.”
“What are you panicking about? That necklace is out of print, and it means ‘the one and only’ …”
“Matthew Grant! Will you talk to me properly!”
Blanca Roach could not hear the half-sarcastic, half-angry tone of Matthew Grant’s voice, frowned and stared at him with a firm tone.
“I’m telling you, I didn’t know what the necklace meant, and I didn’t want to keep it, and I would have given it back to him even if you hadn’t shown up.”
“Angry?”
Matthew Grant’s eyes changed color, reached out and rubbed the tips of her hair, and whispered.
“I’m angry, too, and can’t wait to beat that man until he can’t stand up just now.”
Just a few short words, but Blanca Roach heard the unspoken aggression in them.
Matthew Grant is not an impulsive person, on the contrary, he is calm and self-control is too much, can let him throw the necklace in public, about really angry.
This is all because of her, a sudden heartache.
Blanca Roach sighed softly and reached out to cup Matthew Grant’s face, cupping her feet and staring at him.
“Matthew Grant, you are the only one in my heart and there will be no one else.”
“So do I.”
Matthew Grant laughed softly, put his hand behind Blanca Roach’s waist, took her hard into his arms and lowered his head into a kiss.
Cold lips rubbed hard against hers, with strong breath and the surrounding bitter aroma.
Blanca Roach’s strength to resist was half gone, and she was half forced into Matthew Grant’s arms, her body glowing with heat.
I don’t know how long it took for the two to separate, but the ambiguous atmosphere instantly made Blanca Roach’s face turn red.
“Okay, let’s get out of here, I have to go keep an eye on the model’s makeup build.”
“It’s okay to go out.”
Matthew Grant was still holding her, strong enough to rub her into his chest, and his tone was low and firm.
“I want you to remember that you are mine.”