Blanca Roach left through the back door of the studio in The Grant family driver’s car, as the front door was already blocked by various reporters.
I don’t know who leaked the news, but for a while there were several media outlets waiting to “interview” her.
But no matter what, no one can jump to conclusions before the matter is clearly investigated, so the media and reporters she is unlikely to see.
The car deliberately bypassed the busy road, and entered the Gu residence through the back door.
Blanca Roach took a deep breath and adjusted her mood before walking into the house with a relaxed tone.
“Mrs. Brown, pour me a glass of water first.”
“Okay.”
Mrs. Brown smiled as she brought a glass of water and placed it on the coffee table, rubbing her hands together with the apron in front of her.
“How come Mrs. and the young master are back in two or three days? I didn’t even have time to clean up your good and young lady’s room.”
“This ah … is just a bit of business.”
Blanca Roach was a little distracted, took a glass and only took a sip, then held it in his hand, glanced around, and asked as if he had no intention.
“Is Matthew Grant home? Did he take Alice home and go to work?”
“The young master he …”
“Come up.” Matthew Grant stood on the second floor and looked at her from top to bottom, his tone light, “I told you I was not at home.”
Mrs. Brown glanced upstairs, and the smile on her lips was even more pronounced.
“Young master he’s home, he’s been waiting for madam for a while, I’ll go and prepare your dinner now.”
Only after she left did Blanca Roach feel what it meant to have a mane on her back.
She swallowed secretly, turned to Matthew Grant and waved her hand, smiling dryly.
“What a coincidence, why are you home, husband? I just happened to finish with the studio, so I’ll go ahead and cook you a dinner.”
Matthew Grant narrowed his eyes and saw right through the little woman in front of him.
This is the time to call him “husband” is probably nothing good, or is very weak hearted.
He hooked the corners of his mouth, leaned his small arm on the second floor railing, looked at her calmly, and said one word at a time.
“Come up, I have something to ask you.”
With that, he went straight to the study, not worrying at all if the little woman would follow him.
Matthew Grant sat in the chair behind the desk, glanced at the door that was open a crack, his lips raised in an inconspicuous arc, and coughed lightly.
“What is Madame doing at the door?”
“Huh? This … I was just passing by and stopped by to see what you were doing.”
Despite the words on her lips, Blanca Roach opened the door with a plate of fruit in her hand and narrowed her eyes with a smile.
“And a fruit for you by the way.”
“Come here.” Matthew Grant changed his position, hooked his hand at her, and said half-threateningly, half-mysteriously, “Don’t let me come over and hug you, you know the consequences.”
The consequence … is probably that she won’t be able to get up tomorrow.
Blanca Roach converged a trace of fear under her eyes, smiled and brought the fruit plate to him, but still kept her distance.
“President Grant enjoy your meal, I’ll go first … ah! Matthew Grant!”
Before she could finish her words she was scooped into Matthew Grant’s arms with one hand and hugged, and she could only sit on his lap, unable to move.
“Matthew Grant, put me down now.”
“Don’t worry ma’am, there’s no one else here.”
Matthew Grant wrapped his arm around her waist, the pleasant look on his face evident as his other hand tapped regularly on the table next to him.
“That’s negotiable, I can put you down if you answer my questions in peace.”
“Then ask, know what you don’t know, and I’ll tell you.”