At that, Blanca Roach had some embarrassment on her face, and was about to open her mouth to explain, when her shoulder was wrapped around Matthew Grant, who said in a nice way, “If you want to come later, I’m more than satisfied.”
“Honey!” Blanca Roach raised her head in discontent, her little face scrunched up.
Elizabeth Harris snickered, “All right, all right, I know you’re a good couple.” She waved her hand with an I-know-it-all look.
Peter Murray was like an invisible person at the moment, he knew Elizabeth Harris was doing this on purpose, he didn’t get annoyed, and spoke up: “Blanca, you did a great job today, I don’t have anything to give you, just a painting, I have sent it to your studio.”
When Blanca Roach heard that, she got excited, not everyone can get Peter Murray’s painting, “That’s nothing to give, you are too kind, I will treasure your painting.
Blanca Roach then suggested, “Since we’re here to celebrate, why don’t we have dinner together tonight, I’ll book the restaurant!”
“Sure.”
“Yes!”
Two voices rang out together, from Peter Murray and Elizabeth Harris.
Elizabeth Harris’ face froze with a smile and turned her head to Peter Murray, “Why do you want to go, Blanca and I are good sisters, you are not welcome at the sisterhood, you should go back to your gallery.”
“You’re not the only one Blanca invited.” Peter Murray shot back.
It was as if a million flames surged between them as they stared at each other.
Elizabeth Harris sneered and stared at him, but was talking to Blanca Roach, “Blanca, do you think he’s not welcome at the Sisterhood?”
Peter Murray wrinkled his brow, “Elizabeth Harris, am I that annoying to you?”
Blanca Roach looked at the scene and held her forehead helplessly. She should not have said that just now, these two people together, it is simply a Mars collision.
She looked at Matthew Grant for help and whispered, “Honey, why do I feel like I’m causing trouble?”
Matthew Grant patted her head, undeniable.
Only, seeing this tangled look of his wife, he cleared his throat and broke the deadlock, “Two, you guys take your time to argue first, I have to take my wife home.”
After that Matthew Grant pulled Blanca Roach and walked around the two of them.
After leaving the hotel, Blanca Roach frowned and inquired, “Honey, is it really a good idea for us to just leave? What if they get into a fight?”
How she felt Elizabeth Harris and Peter Murray like this, like they could each other a shot at any time, especially Elizabeth Harris to Peter Murray.
Matthew Grant, however, hooked his lips slightly and said meaningfully, “Don’t worry, even if they fight, it will be in bed.”
“Bed, bed?!” Blanca Roach was stunned, and only after two seconds did she react to the meaning of Matthew Grant’s words, blushing without saying a word, she followed Matthew Grant to the car.
That’s what the relationship between Elizabeth Harris and Peter Murray is all about, isn’t it?
At that time, outside the lounge, Elizabeth Harris saw that Blanca Roach had left and coldly snorted, “That’s good, no one has to go.”
After she finished, she stepped on her high heels and turned her head to leave.
Peter Murray, however, followed behind him, “Elizabeth Harris, you tell me, where exactly did I piss you off.”
“Don’t follow me, I don’t know you well.” Elizabeth Harris said in a cold voice, her eyes looking away, her eyebrows distant.
Peter Murray was so annoyed by this look that he simply stood in front of Elizabeth Harris, “If you don’t tell me clearly today, I’ll keep following you.”
“You!” Elizabeth Harris’s face turned red with anger, and then gave a shameful laugh and nodded, “Okay, then follow!”