Matthew Grant hooked the corners of his mouth and rubbed the swirl of Blanca Roach’s hair, his tone helpless.
“That’s the only time you can think of calling your husband.”
“Which is not true, I usually call it that.” Blanca Roach looked up at him and justified, “If I keep calling him that, you’ll get tired of it.”
“Whatever you want to call it.”
“That’s more like it, my husband is so nice.”
Blanca Roach, who had been in his arms for a while, remembered something and asked.
“What did you do at the hotel? Why did you come back with Charles White?”
“I can’t let you fall into the pool for no reason, I’m Matthew Grant’s man.”
“You guys went to check it out?” Her eyes widened and she changed her position to lie on Matthew Grant’s arm, “What did you find out? I just want to know why the place wasn’t staffed at the time.”
Matthew Grant had anger hidden under his eyes, but didn’t show it, and said evasively.
“Found out that the person who pushed you was The Cook family person named Carolyn, and the staff was deliberately arranged by someone to keep out.”
On purpose?
Blanca Roach’s heart sank so hard that she felt goose bumps all over her body.
Even if she had really met that Carolyn a few times and had a verbal argument, it wasn’t as if she had arranged to kill her in advance, right?
If this is really the case, then it’s too much to think about, how should she get along with others in the future?
“Is it Carolyn? But she seems to be coming on the same flight as us, how can she arrange that in advance? She didn’t know I was going to the pool. It’s all too much of a coincidence.”
Matthew Grant didn’t say anything, just looked at her quietly, his eyes becoming somewhat lofty and inscrutable.
The room suddenly became quiet, so quiet you could hear people breathing.
Blanca Roach blinked and skimmed through the people she had seen here in her head, her breath caught and her face became a little startled.
“It’s Lucy, is that her?”
“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, you won’t see her again.”
Matthew Grant scooped the person into his arms and hugged her, trying to comfort his little woman.
Originally, these were the roots of trouble he had planted before, and he didn’t expect to indirectly make Blanca suffer these consequences, in the end, it was still his fault.
“How did she arrange it?” Blanca Roach backhanded him and spoke in a light voice, “Let me know, I would not have been thinking about it, or keep an eye on it in the future.”
“She knows the people in this hotel very well, so I guess she’s been here a long time.”
Matthew Grant increased the strength on his arm, and he wanted to press the person into his chest.
He really shouldn’t have let her go into danger and take this on by herself.
“I’m fine, I’ll know after you told me, and I’ll be careful out there in the future.”
Blanca Roach lightened her voice and patted Matthew Grant’s shoulder.
“And what’s the matter, don’t I still have my best husband, with him around, no one can hurt me.”
“Well, with me.”
The two hugged for a while when the phone on the table suddenly rang.
Matthew Grant held back his impatience, picked up the phone but saw Charles White’s name, his eyes sparse became a little harsh.
He took the phone and stood up, deliberately covering the font on the screen.
“I’m going out to take a call about work.”
Blanca Roach although feel something wrong, but can not say, can only nod.
“Well, that’s okay, you go ahead and answer the phone.”