Blanca Roach stared blankly at Matthew Grant.
“Matthew, what’s wrong … Well.”
Before the words were out of his mouth, he kissed up deeply.
It was a long kiss, and Matthew Grant wouldn’t let her go until both of them were panting a little.
He stroked her face, which had turned scarlet from the lack of breath, and said.
“Don’t want you to be seen by another man, Blanca, what do you think I should do?”
Blanca Roach knew that he was talking about what had just happened to Rutledge and was busy explaining.
“He was the one who suddenly hugged up, and I … I couldn’t shake him off, he was too strong.”
Forgive her confused tone, encountering this kind of thing think no one can calm down.
Blanca Roach had just been worried about Matthew Grant’s hand injury, but now that she had looked back, she felt a pang of fear.
If Rutledge had wanted to do something to her then, it would have been easy.
Matthew Grant didn’t want her to remember that, and put his index finger up on her lips to stop her from talking further.
His eyes darkened in a way that Matthew Grant never did in front of Blanca Roach.
He rubbed her red lips and nibbled gently, but his other hand trembled a little, declaring his inner turmoil.
He loved her to the bone, and he couldn’t do more than punish her in this way.
Blanca Roach passively endured his otherworldly anger, her whole body clinging to the car.
Just when she felt like her back was about to be snapped
When Matthew Grant finally let go of the hand that was holding her captive.
His hand was wounded, and Blanca Roach’s hand was also bloodied.
Blanca Roach was anxious and drove him to the hospital to be bandaged.
On the way to the hospital, Matthew Grant sat in the passenger side, silently watched her anxious for himself, his heart felt a little happy.
He liked the fact that she was full of herself.
Unfortunately, someone had to break this cozy situation.
Blanca Roach’s cell phone rang, and she answered the call using the car’s Bluetooth so that everyone in the car could hear the call.
“Hello?”
It was Paisley calling.
“President Roach, are you gone already?”
The young boy’s characteristic voice was full of youthful vigor, completely different from Matthew Grant’s low voice.
It happened to be a red light, and Blanca Roach stopped to reply.
“Yeah, you guys don’t have to worry about me, eat first, I’m a little busy here.”
The twenty-something-year-old boy had no idea how much trouble the next casual joke would cause for Blanca Roach.
He said in a straightforward pouting manner.
“President Roach, I can’t even eat without you by our side.”
Blanca Roach screamed in her heart that although she knew it was just a joke, Rutledge had just stepped on that mine and Matthew Grant was now afraid that the grass was always greener.
As expected, he exploded the next moment, hanging up the phone with his hand and exuding an aura of “don’t approach the living”.
Blanca Roach had no choice but to drive in silence.
The two of them didn’t talk the whole way.
When she got out of the car, Blanca Roach tried to help him, but Matthew Grant threw her hand away.
Blanca Roach felt uncomfortable when her hand was empty.
Matthew Grant went on his own and didn’t even look back at Blanca Roach on the way.
Blanca Roach is still wearing high heels, without him pulling, simply can not keep up with Matthew Grant’s pace, a careless, stepped on a small stone, and broke his foot.
Blanca Roach’s heart is aggrieved, obviously not her fault, why is she finally to bear the consequences.
Rutledge also forget, Paisley just a joke, this jealousy also want to eat?
Then look at Matthew Grant, just two people are still kissing, a phone call down, now even she did not follow also did not find.
Several kinds of emotions piled up together, the eyes involuntarily shed tears.
Blanca Roach simply stopped and found a place to sit.