The Grant family villa.
Blanca Roach got out of the car and stretched before stepping on her high heels and entering the house.
Today, probably because the company was too busy, Matthew Grant didn’t have time to pick her up from the studio, so she had to drive herself back.
“Ma’am, you’re back.” Mrs. Brown came down from upstairs, smiling benevolently, “It just so happens that little miss is a little hungry, I’ve made some milk powder, you can go feed her.”
“Good, thanks for your hard work.”
Blanca Roach nodded, changed her slippers and went upstairs, feeling only slightly relaxed from the tense emotions of the past few days.
She gently pushed open the door, a glimpse of the little man in bed is picking at the toys in his hands, saw her come in and burst out laughing, little arms waving back and forth in mid-air.
“Little Alice, do you miss your mommy?”
She smiled and narrowed her eyes, went up and took the little one with the smell of milk into her arms, took the bottle on the side of the bed and tested the temperature before handing it to her mouth.
Watching Alice drink happily in her arms, a sense of satisfaction filled her heart.
The sound of a car came from the yard. Matthew Grant looked sideways and saw the car parked in a corner of the yard through the glass of the car, and his lips curled into a helpless smile.
He was only five minutes late for a meeting, and this little woman drove herself back in her car.
He shook his head, took off the suit jacket he was wearing and put it on one arm, lifted his foot and entered the house.
“Young master, you’re back.” Mrs. Brown looked up and saw the person who came in and gestured upstairs, “Mrs. has just returned as well and is feeding little miss upstairs.”
“Okay, got it.”
Matthew Grant went upstairs to the nursery, and before he could enter the door, he heard the sound of the little one giggling inside, and with a hint of pleasure in his eyes, he pushed the door open.
“Matthew Grant, what are you doing back?” Blanca Roach saw the visitor and sounded surprised, “Aren’t you busy, why are you back so early?”
“Since when did madam know I was busy, I didn’t even call.”
“Well …” Blanca Roach averted her gaze and sounded embarrassed, “I saw that you didn’t come by the time, so I came back by myself first.”
Matthew Grant raised an eyebrow, hung the jacket in his hand on the shelf by the door, bent down and sat beside her, reaching out to tease the little person in her arms, causing the little person to squint with laughter.
Then he raised his eyes to look at the person beside him, his eyes changed, and his words were full of aggravation.
“Could it be that now I’m not even worth waiting for me for a while, madam?”
“I, where did I say that.”
Blanca Roach frowned slightly, turned her head to stare at him, saw a look of aggrieved and innocent Matthew Grant, in turn, could not be angry, lightly laughed.
She was also bent on coming back early to keep Alice company, after all, she had been so busy these past few days with the design theft that she hadn’t bothered to feed her once.
She was also, justifiably so.
“Well, I admit that I did not wait for you, but I was in a hurry will come to take care of Alice.”
“Oh, I know.” Matthew Grant deliberately cold voice, with teasing under his eyes, “Now it’s an old married couple, the husband will not be as important as the daughter, if the second child is born later, I am not going to sleep in the street.”
“What are you talking about?”
Blanca Roach, with surprise in her eyes, put the bottle in her hand casually on the bed.
There was something wrong with Matthew Grant today, she was just coming home early and being grabbed and questioned like this.
She blinked and turned to him with the little man in her arms, narrowing her eyes and smiling.
“Honey, what made you so petty that you’re even jealous of your daughter?”