In the evening, The Grant family.
Blanca Roach sank inside the sofa as soon as she entered through the doorway, tilting her head to look at Matthew Grant.
“So comfortable, finally I can relax.”
She had been devoting herself to the new design for so long, and now that it was successfully completed, it was like a big stone had fallen from her heart, and her whole body was relaxed.
“Then we have to eat first.”
Matthew Grant hooked the corner of his mouth and leaned over to sit on the sofa’s, stroking the broken hair on Blanca Roach’s face to the side.
“Let’s rest later, okay? Go wash your hands and eat first.”
“No.” She rolled over and nestled into Matthew Grant’s arms, saying softly, “Sit down for a while, you stay with me.”
Matthew Grant’s eyes crossed with a hint of playfulness, and he took her hand into his palm and held it.
“I’ll keep you company, but you’ll have to be paid for it for a while.”
“I am so tired, and still ask me for a reward, Matthew Grant you ask your own heart, does it hurt?”
Said Blanca Roach also poked the leaning chest with the other free hand, but felt the texture of the muscle tight, face suddenly a red, dry cough.
“By the way, you haven’t told me about Selina and Charles White.”
“Madame is shy?”
Matthew Grant ignored her lame diversionary remark and pressed her silently withdrawn hand back into place.
“It’s okay, ma’am, you can leave it as long as you want.”
“Who, who wants to touch you.”
Although the words were said, Blanca Roach’s face was red through and her hand was covered and she couldn’t move it.
She cleared her throat, looked at the maid at the dining room, and lowered her voice.
“Let go, someone will be here in a minute.”
“What’s it to do with others, it’s obvious that madam wants it herself, and she’s afraid that others will see it.”
“Shut up, no more talk.”
Blanca Roach forcibly drew her hand away and placed it in her lap, her face full of scarlet, but she did not see the smiling eyes above her head.
“Good, and what would madam like me to say.”
“Selina and Charles White, of course.”
She stared up at Matthew Grant from the top of her head, her words dripping with gossip.
Besides the fact that she was really curious about how these two got together, she was also wondering about the strange atmosphere between the two of them.
Matthew Grant played with the long, thin fingers held in his palm and whispered.
“Selina is pregnant with Charles White’s baby, and they’re living together now.”
Pregnant!
No wonder she always felt a little strange when she saw Selina today, obviously she was this thin, but she looked a little swollen than before, and was always being protected by Charles White’s arms.
So it was because of this, but why were they avoiding the media?
“Hmm?” Blanca Roach blinked and slapped his palm, her tone puzzled, “Is that all?”
“And what else does Madame want to know?”
“Like how they met, and how they got pregnant together, and …”
Blanca Roach wanted to ask more, but a finger covered her lips, stopping her from asking the next series of questions.
“Why is madam so interested in others? All right now just don’t care about the people around you.”
“Are you trying to change the subject again.” Blanca Roach pouted and nibbled lightly on that finger, “I’m not taking your bait anymore, just tell me what you know.”
Matthew Grant shook his head helplessly, reached out and cupped Blanca Roach’s face and laughed lightly.
“What does the lady want to know, is it not good to ask her yourself when you meet again? There are some things that are not convenient for outsiders to say.”