Blanca Roach then finished her dinner with difficulty in this shell-shocked atmosphere.
As she was leaving, she said to Paddy.
“Brother Paddy, thank you very much for giving me the spot, whether you accept it or not, from now on you will be the second largest shareholder of our studio, and I will not forget your help to me.”
Paddy smiled bitterly, Blanca Roach had a sincere face, she really treated him as a brother.
“No thanks, Blanca, you deserve it.”
Blanca Roach nodded firmly, just because of this trust from Paddy’s brother, three months later, she would definitely show the world her most perfect work.
“Brother Paddy, then we will leave first.”
This time, the next time we see each other is three months later, Paddy greedily wants to see her more.
Unfortunately, Matthew Grant duly blocked his view, and as soon as Blanca Roach’s words left his mouth, he took her by the hand and headed for the door.
Blanca Roach had no choice but to turn her head and wave a final goodbye to Paddy.
Paddy stood at the table, smiling gently, his slender figure looking more and more forlorn in the light.
Blanca Roach froze, Paddy brother … should find a girlfriend.
underground parking lot.
Matthew Grant threw Blanca Roach into the car, then pressed himself up and cupped her chin.
“Don’t come to see me, and come to see Paddy, huh?”
Blanca Roach, immobilized by her confinement, slaps his away with her hand.
“I just forgot and said that you know full well that I have nothing for brother Paddy.”
Matthew Grant said in a cold voice.
“You don’t have anything for him, but he can’t stop thinking about you.”
Blanca Roach knew that she couldn’t fight this jealous man at this time, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and said in a delicate voice.
“Okay, okay, never again. Have you eaten enough tonight? If not, I’ll go back and cook noodles for you tonight.”
Matthew Grant is actually not that angry anymore, he is such a no-good in front of Blanca Roach, the bottom line can be lowered again and again for her, but just can’t help but want to see her pleasing herself.
“You think you can make this go away with a bowl of noodles?”
Blanca Roach used the tip of her nose to rub his, the man with the mouth.
“Don’t count on it, okay, honey, I know you’ve lost your temper.”
Matthew Grant wrapped his arms around her slender waist and kissed her sweet lips.
“Stop worrying me, I’m terrified I’ll lose you.”
Blanca Roach thrust her hand into his thick hair and deepened the kiss.
Why should he worry about losing her? She loved him, and that would never change.
It was at this moment that Blanca Roach felt a deep sense of remorse. She had always asked Matthew Grant to give her enough security, but had forgotten that he needed the same from her.
The two of them hold each other tightly, constantly drawing warmth from each other.
In the quiet, small space, an ear-splitting bell rang.
Blanca Roach nudged the man who had buried his head in the crook of his neck.
“Pick up the phone.”
Matthew Grant frowned and reluctantly sat up.
It was an unfamiliar number.
Matthew Grant picked up.
“Hello?”
“President Grant,” the voice on the other end was a little husky, “I have some photos of your wife.”
“I don’t know if you’re interested.”
Matthew Grant’s expression was cold as he thought of the photos in his mailbox.
It seemed that he was not the only one who received the photos.
He trusted his woman, but the public wouldn’t care how the truth of the matter was.
If those photos got out, it would be very bad for Blanca Roach.
Blanca Roach, lying on Matthew Grant’s lap, saw his increasingly serious face, sat up too and asked.
“What’s happening?”