The next morning, Blanca Roach woke up in Matthew Grant’s arms.
As always, she wrapped her arms around Matthew Grant’s shoulders and curled her mouth into a light smile, “Good morning.”
“Good morning, what would you like to eat this morning?” Matthew Grant asked gently.
His body is half leaning on the bedside table, with his fingers gently stroking Blanca Roach’s hair on the edge of the forehead, but there is a bit of warmth.
Blanca Roach leaned petulantly into Matthew Grant’s arms and rubbed against him.
“What’s wrong, you want to stay in bed today?”
“Not …” Blanca Roach looked up, her wet eyes staring at Matthew Grant, “I just feel like you smell good. ”
Matthew Grant’s sexy throat slid a little and was just about to crush Blanca Roach back under him when there was a knock on the door of the room.
The maid had come to call them for dinner.
Blanca Roach hurriedly and shyly pushed Matthew Grant out of bed, and she looked at him scornfully as she got dressed, “Matthew Grant, you’re daydreaming.”
“Yeah, well, it was a certain kitty that tempted me first …”
Blanca Roach was choked and simply stopped talking.
She changed her clothes and urged Matthew Grant to hurry up and change again, she came back last night without looking at Alice, and Alice was still asleep when she looked in the morning, children do sleep more.
Blanca Roach poked Alice’s pale little face with her hand.
Blanca Roach took advantage of Alice’s sleep and planted a kiss on her cheek, which Matthew Grant saw when he came out.
He jealously went over to her, “And me.”
“Well, well, there’s you.” Blanca Roach lost her smile and planted a kiss on Matthew Grant’s cheek as well.
The two of them then went to eat.
At breakfast, Matthew Grant talked about the party the day after tomorrow in advance, and Blanca Roach put down her chopsticks and told Matthew Grant her thoughts. She had organized the party and wanted to find out in passing what the upper class men wanted in terms of accessories.
Blanca Roach told her request, and Matthew Grant nodded, “Yes, I’ll leave it to Curtis Irwin.”
“No need for that. I’m always bothering your people with things in my studio, I can’t be bothered. …” Blanca Roach smiled shyly.
Curtis Irwin had helped herself a lot before.
She is really sorry, let people get one salary, but have to do two jobs.
“Silly girl, why do you and I still divide you and me? I pay him a salary, and not less, he should be happy to work more.” Matthew Grant dotingly pinched the bridge of Blanca Roach’s nose.
The two of them smiled at each other.
The maid looked on and couldn’t help but praise, “Mr. and Mrs. have such a good relationship!”
“That’s because my wife is good.” Matthew Grant did not mince words.
Blanca Roach’s cheeks reddened.
After they finished their meal, Matthew Grant drove Blanca Roach to the studio first before returning to the office. When Blanca Roach entered the studio, she found a few girls crying and crying in the studio.
It was a mess.
“What’s going on?” Blanca Roach strode over and saw that her office had been smashed to pieces. It was fine last night before he left, how come it’s like this now …
Blanca Roach’s eyebrows immediately wrinkled up.
A young girl came crying and crying, full of tear marks on the air, “oooh, I, I’m not sure, a group of people came in the morning, without saying a word, began to smash …”