The more Blanca Roach thought about it, the more embarrassed she was, and buried her whole face in Matthew Grant’s arms, rubbing it around.
Matthew Grant’s eyes were flooded with light, raised his hand to touch the top of his wife’s hair, “Okay, blame me, it’s all my fault.”
He said, but the corners of his mouth raised a doting arc, Matthew Grant slyly looked in the direction of the same small shed entrance, suddenly felt that the staff suddenly barged in when it was a good time.
The city of S is very busy at night, with neon lights flashing on the road, making the whole city brighter than the day.
Blanca Roach sat in the passenger seat, looking out, her body shrinking inside the seat, she turned her head, looking at Matthew Grant who was driving, a pair of deep eyes staring at the road ahead, his already good-looking face, handsome at the moment, made her heart flutter.
When they got home, Blanca Roach and Matthew Grant got out of the car hand in hand. After walking a couple of steps, they saw a figure at the front door.
“Peter Murray?” Blanca Roach called out, Peter Murray looked up with some confusion and distress in his eyes.
He smiled bitterly, “Blanca, you’re back.”
Peter Murray is not in a good state of mind, with a faint smell of alcohol and depressed eyes.
Blanca Roach jumped at this look, “You, what’s wrong with you?”
The smell of alcohol on his body was smelled by Matthew Grant, who frowned slightly, pulled Blanca Roach aside and said to Peter Murray in a cold voice, “What are you mad about in the middle of the night, Blanca can’t smell alcohol in her current condition.”
Peter Murray looked up, saw the coldness in Matthew Grant’s eyes, and took a step backwards despondently, “It’s my fault for being in a hurry and forgetting this layer.”
She squeezed Matthew Grant’s palm and whispered, “Peter Murray is probably in trouble, he’s never been this depressed before.
Matthew Grant did not want to care about Peter Murray, Peter Murray this person, too sensible, do anything only know to hold back, even if it is encountered, it is his own making.
However, Matthew Grant can not stand Blanca Roach pleading small eyes, had no choice but to agree.
But before entering, Matthew Grant asked the maid to take Peter Murray to the guest bathroom and instructed, “Let him wash up and come out when he doesn’t smell like alcohol.”
While Peter Murray was in the shower, Blanca Roach took Alice out and put her between herself and Matthew Grant.
Alice was very good today, no crying, no fussing, just looking at Blanca Roach and Matthew Grant with her watery eyes, crawling around them.
In the large living room, the family of three looked very cozy.
Blanca Roach leaned in Matthew Grant’s arms, one hand rubbing her belly, “Honey, do you think that after the second child is born, Alice will have a sense of loss and feel that mommy and daddy love the little baby more and don’t love her anymore?”
Thinking about this layer, Blanca Roach actually some sadness.
Matthew Grant, however, did not think so. He lifted his eyes and said lightly, “I couldn’t possibly, unless you are biased?”
“Why?”
“Because these two little things don’t hold the same place in my heart as you do.” Matthew Grant’s tone was light, but each word hit Blanca Roach’s heart heavily.
Blanca Roach’s heart was slightly moved, she looked up at the careless expression on Matthew Grant’s face, but was moved beyond words.
She moved towards Matthew Grant again, hugged Matthew Grant’s arm softly and said, “Honey, you’re so nice.”