He couldn’t convince himself that Blanca Roach and Paddy were having a good meal, how could they be hugging each other while they were eating?
After Blanca Roach averted her eyes, she thought Matthew Grant would come to coax her, but she didn’t hear any response even after so long.
The air was getting frozen, and this quiet atmosphere made her feel uncomfortable at the moment.
Blanca Roach awkwardly raised her hand and touched her nose, not even knowing how to swing her feet.
Finally, Matthew Grant spoke up and said, “Okay, that’s an explanation that passes you by, so what’s with Paddy hugging you?”
He still couldn’t hold back the question, although Matthew Grant kept telling himself in his heart to calm down, calm down, but mentioning this matter, he still couldn’t control his anger.
So much so that when speaking, the voice are lowered a lot of people, so that the atmosphere was originally frozen, at the moment added some cold air.
Matthew Grant gaze ghostly look to Blanca Roach’s shoulder, where, exactly where Paddy just touched.
The more you think about it, the angrier you get, the more that scene seems to linger.
Blanca Roach’s lips moved slightly, ready to explain.
Matthew Grant, with a sullen face, pulled her over and kissed her hard on both lips.
Slightly punitive, Matthew Grant lightly bit Blanca Roach’s soft lips.
Blanca Roach was dazed by the kiss, suddenly her shoulder was cold, and Matthew Grant’s big hand reached up.
Fingers lightly traced over the shoulder, sweeping like a feather, Blanca Roach cringed and said vaguely, “Well … that tickles.”
Matthew Grant’s eyes darkened a layer, he moved his lips away and shifted to Blanca Roach’s shoulder, his lips encroaching on the piece inch by inch.
Occasionally a wicked bite, he wants to remove the place, Paddy’s taste all, leaving only his.
The extremely ambiguous action made Blanca Roach’s heart stir and her body go limp.
Her cheeks flushed slightly and she said, almost begging, “Matthew Grant, I was wrong, get up.”
For Matthew Grant, this was not enough, and he went on as he pleased until he thought there was really no trace of Paddy there, and then he let Blanca Roach go.
By now, Blanca Roach was dazed, her eyes watery, half her shoulders exposed, and she cowered in her seat, looking at Matthew Grant with shame and annoyance.
Matthew Grant took Blanca Roach’s jacket off without saying a word, and then put his own clothes on, which was satisfied, then, he came close to Blanca Roach, thin lips a closed: “Good, now you only have the smell of me. Remember, no man other than me can touch you, not even a fingernail.
The corners of Blanca Roach’s mouth twitched and the remaining flutter in her heart completely vanished as she muttered, “Childish.”
“What?” Matthew Grant didn’t hear her and moved a few more inches closer.
As he spoke, hot air sprayed on Blanca Roach’s face, reminding her of the scene she had just witnessed.
Blanca Roach coughed lightly, sat her body upright, pulled the distance between them, and said instead, “I mean, it was because I suddenly felt sick to my stomach that Paddy helped me out, and I was going to go to the bathroom to throw up, but I didn’t know I’d run into you.”
Speaking of which, she paused and said gloomily, “And your newest peach blossom, Yvonne.”
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