Matthew Grant got the answer he wanted, and now he was in a better mood, and took the initiative to pull Blanca Roach to sit down.
When the food came up, he ignored the astonished or adoring eyes of the people around him and took care of himself to give Blanca Roach a dish.
While eating, Matthew Grant asked Blanca Roach.
“Whose was that voice that came up when I called you this afternoon?”
Blanca Roach was again unsure.
“What’s wrong?”
Matthew Grant just looked at her steadily, with a deep look that seemed to suck her in.
Blanca Roach was defeated by him and held up one hand in surrender.
“That’s the boy sitting across from you, Paisley, he’s quite talented in design.”
Matthew Grant took one look at Paisley to make sure he was just a little kid with nothing to compete with him, and then coldly addressed Blanca Roach.
“No boasting about other men in front of me.”
“…”
Blanca Roach decided not to speak to the man who was getting jealous for now.
On the way, Blanca Roach got up to go to the bathroom, Matthew Grant wanted to go with her, but she stopped her.
“I’ll be right back, you don’t have to come with me.”
The hotel is a good place to be, so Matthew Grant nodded and said.
“I’ll be right here waiting for you.”
Blanca Roach lost her smile and leaned down to kiss his somewhat icy cheek.
“Don’t worry about it Mr. Grant, I won’t run.”
The men’s and women’s bathrooms in this hotel are not far apart, and when Blanca Roach came out, there was a figure standing behind her.
The light shone down and Blanca Roach was acutely aware of the dark figure on the floor moving closer.
She almost did not hesitate to run, this is a hotel, except for the bathroom, there are cameras everywhere, she did not believe that in public, the person behind her can still do anything to her.
But before she could run a step or two, the man behind her pulled her hand and held her against the wall.
“Ah!”
Blanca Roach exclaimed, then was forced to turn around again by the man and stand face to face with him, her hands still confined behind her back.
“It’s been a long time, Miss Roach.”
The voice was strikingly familiar, and when Blanca Roach looked, it was him.
“Rutledge, what do you mean, let go of me!”
Rutledge did not let go, but buckled even tighter.
There was a huge height difference between the two of them, and Rutledge lowered his head to be at eye level with Blanca Roach.
“I wonder how Miss Roach is thinking about what happened last time?”
Blanca Roach now can be said to have no good feelings towards him, this position, this place, she only feel humiliated.
She didn’t care about the consequences, Blanca Roach stomped on him with the heel of her high heel, but Rutledge’s face only changed slightly, but the force of her hand didn’t ease up at all, and even tightened the choke.
Blanca Roach felt a pang of remorse. If she had known she would run into this man, she would have let Matthew come with her in the first place.
“You better stay away from me!”
She was a little anxious, the two now in this position, from a distance, look like a pair of intimate lovers.
Rutledge laughed sullenly and leaned close to her ear and said.
“Miss Roach, I don’t know why, but you really amuse me… What can I do, I’m a little jealous of Matthew Grant.”
The next second, Blanca Roach found her hands free.
“Can’t help being jealous, she’s my girl now, Boss Rutledge.”
When Matthew Grant saw Rutledge pressed up against Blanca Roach, the blood boiled throughout his body.
Without thinking, he punched the man in the face.