Charles White saw the visitor, his breath caught and he hurriedly opened his mouth to explain.
“It was my sister-in-law who told me to say that, it’s none of my business.”
“Did she?” Matthew Grant swept his face and finally stared at the person next to him with a smirk, “What do you have to say, madam?”
“Just, just what I asked.”
Blanca Roach blinked, looking justified, but actually sounding aggrieved.
“You don’t tell me, and you don’t allow me to come out and ask someone else.”
“How do you know I won’t tell you if you don’t ask me?” Matthew Grant raised his eyebrows and stared at her, “Do I need someone else to tell you my business?”
“Ahem, well, I’ll leave you guys to talk.”
Charles White rolled his eyes and walked away from this “wrong place” with his mouth full.
He should not have come out from the beginning, not only was he stopped to ask about what happened before, but he was also fed a mouthful of dog food at the end.
“I… I just saw that you didn’t want to say more.”
Blanca Roach can’t help the smile on her face, the corners of her mouth slightly curved, moved a few steps to Matthew Grant’s side, pouted.
“Then you will be the first to tell me about such things in the future, and you will be forgiven for this one.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”
Matthew Grant looked down at her with a doting look on his face and raised his hand to stroke her hair.
“Then let’s get back to the house, we can’t leave Alice alone.”
“Hmm.”
Originally there was nothing between the two before, and it was fine to say it clearly.
Except that when they walked to the door of the room just now, they ran into Lucy, who was carrying a fruit tray, right in front of the door.
Lucy saw Matthew Grant and lit up, with a deliberately adjusted smile on her face.
But then she glanced at the person standing and a hint of jealousy and viciousness crossed her eyes.
“What are you doing here?” Blanca Roach swept her up with the same unkind tone, “Move out of the way if you’re okay, we’re going back to our room.”
“I’m here to bring Matthew a fruit plate, no one else has one, I brought it here on purpose.”
Lucy suppressed the emotions in her eyes and handed the fruit plate in her hand to Matthew Grant, smiling flatteringly and pleasingly.
“Matthew, you eat it, I really prepared it for you.”
Matthew Grant grimaced and took a few steps back, his tone distant and icy.
“You better stay away from me, I can handle it once and I can handle it just as well a second time.”
“I’m not afraid, Matthew Grant, I’m not afraid anymore.” Lucy’s face sparse became slightly distorted and her smile became eerie, “What else can you do with me? Throw me somewhere again?”
Blanca Roach’s hand tugged tightly on the cuff of the person at her side and frowned.
She could probably guess what Charles White meant by “fascinated” just now, and felt that this man’s fondness was so frenzied that it was monstrous.
If he was like this now, there was no telling what kind of things he would do before.
She took a deep breath, suppressing a trace of fear in her heart, and questioned.
“Why do you know our room number?”
“Everyone who came from S-town, their rooms were arranged by me, don’t you think?”
Lucy laughed a few times, with inexplicable smugness, and shoved the fruit plate on Matthew Grant’s chest, not caring a bit whether he reached out to take it or not.
She stared at the puddle of fruit as it fell to the floor, her tone eerily content.
“I’ll give you the fruit plate, Matthew Grant, you remember how good I’ve been to you, and I’ll be back.”
She smiled and took a few steps back, went to the next door, took out her room card and shook it.
“By the way, I forgot to tell you, I’m right next door to you, I can come over to you anytime oh.”