The next day.
Blanca Roach woke up with squinted eyes and a glance at the handsome face magnified by the pillow.
Her eyes widened and she turned her head to stare at the ceiling for half a day before her memory of last night gradually returned.
She had been so overjoyed yesterday that her whole body had been brought back by hanging on to Matthew Grant, and now she was sore in every part of her body.
“Awake?”
Matthew Grant hooked his lips, propped his head sideways on his hand to look at her, and said in a mute voice.
“It’s getting late, so don’t go to work today, I’ll show you Alice’s early childhood place after breakfast at home later.”
“You’ve set me up again.”
Blanca Roach pouted and complained, rolling over a little further away from him and wrapping the covers tighter around her.
She had been adamant last night that she would not come back to bed with Matthew Grant.
But he got her in a few words and she was willingly carried back to the bedroom.
Matthew Grant raised his eyebrows, fished the person wrapped like a meat dumpling back to his side with his hand, pushed the broken hair stuck to her face, and laughed lightly.
“So what does the lady want to do?”
“I don’t want to do anything.” Blanca Roach stared at him gamely, “You’re making me feel ashamed.”
“Embarrassed?”
The color of Matthew Grant’s eyes shifted, and a smirk was evident at the corners of his mouth.
His little woman always had some odd actions and thoughts, but there was no way to spoil her, she still had to be spoiled.
“Good, does madam have any arrangements for this morning?”
“There are no arrangements for now.”
“Then would madam like to accompany me to see Alice’s early childhood school, I can’t make up my mind alone.”
Blanca Roach glanced over her head, holding back a smile and pretending to look unconcerned.
“Well, for the sake of your sincere tone I’ll say yes and go with you, but you’ll have to listen to me.”
“All yours.”
Matthew Grant narrowed his eyes and brushed his hand up the side of her waist, his tone ambiguous.
“Isn’t it time for a reward next, ma’am?”
“Don’t I have to go see the early school, Matthew Grant, no. …”
As Blanca Roach was half struggling and half compromising, there was a sudden knock at the door.
Mrs. Brown stood in the doorway with a troubled face and spoke cautiously and tentatively.
“Young master, madam, Mrs. Butler is here, and is now playing with the little lady downstairs.”
Mrs. Butler?
Blanca Roach frowned, and with an afterthought exclaimed, pushing away the arm pressed against her.
“My mother is here? Matthew Grant, my mother is coming over.”
“Got it, don’t panic.”
Matthew Grant pushed down the irritation in his heart from being interrupted by someone else and pinned the struggling and panicking someone in place with a flat tone.
“Mrs. Brown, go ahead and entertain, say we’ll both be down in a minute.”
“Yes.”
Only when the door was silent did Blanca Roach get up from the bed in a feverish hurry and trotted into the bathroom.
“Hurry up and wash up, by the way, Matthew Grant you help me find a clean dress from the closet.”
Matthew Grant looked at the disappearing figure in the bathroom doorway and smiled helplessly and dotingly.
Although they said they would be downstairs in a few minutes, the two of them were not even a little prepared, and it took them half an hour to wash up before they left the room.
Blanca Roach trotted over to the couch with an intimate tone.
“Mom, why did you suddenly come over?”
“Why can’t I come over.” Rosanne Butler put down her hand to tease the children’s toys and looked at her with a smile, “Or am I interrupting you two.”
“That, how is that possible, what are you talking about mom.”