Rutledge was knocked to the ground and a trickle of blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth.
He wiped his mouth with his fingers and smiled a little after realizing that his hands were stained with blood.
Matthew Grant’s jaws were parted and his lips were pursed, so it was clear that he was really angry.
Blanca Roach is his scales, no one can touch, if anyone insists on coming up, then be prepared to bear his anger.
Rutledge did not slow to get up from the floor.
He was dressed in a silver suit today, a very flashy outfit with his somewhat sinister looks, but no sense of contradiction.
His carefully combed hair became a bit disheveled because of the big movement, but Rutledge’s whole body did not look messy, but raised an eyebrow at Matthew Grant.
This look is a provocation, Matthew Grant is not a kind person by nature, see him so arrogant, directly to go forward, press the man against the wall, and swing at his face.
Rutledge, of course, would not stand there and let him hit, head a tilt, dodged the punch.
Matthew Grant’s hand hit the wall, instantly bloodied, you can see how much force he used in this punch.
He didn’t seem to feel the pain and didn’t even think about going at Rutledge again.
Blanca Roach let out a small cry of alarm when she saw Matthew Grant’s hand see blood, and rushed forward to pull him back to prevent aggravating the wound.
“Matthew, you’re hurt!”
Matthew Grant turned his head to look at Blanca Roach, who was shocked by his wound, before reluctantly letting go of Rutledge.
Let him see this scene again, even he himself was not sure what he would do.
Blanca Roach, distraught, took Matthew Grant’s hand and blew gently on the wound.
“Does it hurt? Let’s drive quickly to the hospital and get it bandaged.”
Blanca Roach took his arm and tried to leave, nothing was as important as Matthew Grant in this moment.
Matthew Grant took her hand in a backhanded grip, pulled her into his arms, and condescended to Rutledge, who was still leaning against the wall.
“Boss Rutledge, this is just a little lesson for you, and I hope there won’t be a next time.”
With that, he put his arm around Blanca Roach and walked away.
Behind him, Rutledge was not annoyed, took out a lighter from his pocket and lit a cigarette for himself.
The smoke is so thick that he has lost his cynicism when facing Matthew Grant, and his hand slowly drops down.
When he thought of just holding Blanca Roach, she smelled like she was there, Rutledge took another hard puff.
She smells so good.
Here, Blanca Roach did not have time to say goodbye to colleagues, and was swept away by Matthew Grant to the parking lot.
Although you can’t see anything on the surface, but from his tightening arms can be a few glimpses of his anger at the moment.
Matthew Grant’s face is cold, his legs are long and tall, and his stride is huge. Blanca Roach is stumbling along with his arm around her waist, and every time she is about to fall, she is spared because his hand is around her waist.
Blanca Roach felt that if she lifted her feet up at this time and hung her whole body completely on Matthew Grant, he would also carry himself without changing his face.
She was worried about his wounds, but also knew that now was not a good time to talk.
It was time to let him calm down.
It was a torturous journey for Blanca Roach, and when they found their car in the underground parking lot, Blanca Roach was busy holding Matthew Grant’s arm and saying to him.
“Matthew, your hand is hurt, let me drive.”
But Matthew Grant ignored her words and pinned her against the car door.
He thrust his long legs between Blanca Roach’s legs and with one hand he held both her hands up above her head while the other cupped her chin.
Matthew Grant was a little annoyed to find that even though he was so angry, he couldn’t spare the force when he touched her.
He really wanted to hide her in his room so that no one could covet her.
That way, she would be his alone.