Blanca Roach was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn’t eat any of the food that was in her bowl even though it was cold.
When she came back to her senses, she tried to eat it again when the bowl was taken aside.
“No more food, you eat this bowl.”
Matthew Grant frowned and brought the bowl in front of him to her, none of which was her favorite dish, and it was still smoking hot.
“Good.” Blanca Roach sounded good and came up to his ear and whispered softly, “Thank you, husband.”
“Come on, eat.”
Both of their movements fell on Elizabeth Harris, who skimmed her lips and joked with the crab in front of her.
“I’ve been gone so long, and you two are still this mushy.”
“That’s not true, I envy Blanca.”
Selina continued after her words and was just about to pick up a glass to drink the orange juice when someone snatched it away.
“You can’t drink it.”
Charles White lowered his voice in warning and replaced the glass of boiling water in front of her.
I don’t know what happened, but when he heard Selina say that she was envious, he felt so angry inside that he wanted to circle her into his arms and question what he had done wrong.
But reasonably speaking, he should not have such emotions either.
Why is that?
Elizabeth Harris narrowed her eyes and scanned the room, and found that she was the only one who was single, while everyone else was in pairs.
Even Isabel, who was presiding over the order outside, seemed to be with Curtis Irwin.
How come she went abroad and she was the only one left who was single?
“No, I’m leaving.”
She was angry and threw half of the leftover crabs in her hand back into the plate, stood up from her seat, took her bag and made a move to go outside.
“Why are you leaving all of a sudden?” Blanca Roach took her by the wrist and sounded puzzled, “Is there something going on at home?”
“No, I just think it’s too bright for me to be here.”
“How can you go back alone, I’ll find someone to drive you back.”
“No, I can drive myself back.”
Elizabeth Harris sounded decisive, only to almost collide head-on with someone passing by just as she opened the door, taking a few steps back in quick succession.
She frowned and glanced outside, her tone annoyed.
“Why are you walking so fast?”
“Elizabeth?” the man outside’s expression relaxed sharply and he spoke in a rush, “Elizabeth, come here.”
Elizabeth Harris steadied herself, glanced outside, and her heart sank.
Wasn’t this the man who had just met her dad in the next booth, and the drunken, unconscious man in his arms who seemed to be … Peter Murray?
She took a deep breath and suddenly felt bad.
“This, uncle, what can I do for you?”
“Elizabeth, you and President Murray by the way, I have a little business later, want to trouble you to take him home.”
“Me? That’s not very nice.”
How could she, a weak woman, take an unconscious, drunken man back home?
Blanca Roach witnessed the whole thing from the side, and with a glint in her eyes, she stepped forward and spoke.
“Elizabeth, I contacted The Grant family’s driver, waiting right at the door, he can help you bring Peter Murray back, you guys are on the way anyway, just make a run for it.”
“No …” Elizabeth Harris laughed dryly and leaned back to her side and lowered her voice and asked, “What do you mean?”
“You’re on your way anyway, so get going, the driver’s waiting down there.”
Blanca Roach ignored her words, smiled and pushed her out.
Whatever was going on, this was a great opportunity to promote bonding anyway, so how could she not give it a push.