Just as he opened the bedroom door, Matthew Grant suddenly bent down and picked the man up, Blanca Roach let out a soft cry and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“That was a misunderstanding on my part, you and Paddy can’t see each other.”
“That’s too bossy, I make normal friendships, I’m not going to act like those peachy ones of yours.”
Blanca Roach hammered Matthew Grant symbolically with her small hand, mumbling something disgruntled under her breath.
As she was saying that, she was already put on the bed by Matthew Grant and pinned underneath her.
“I’ll give you one more chance to rearrange the wording.”
With this stance Blanca Roach of course knew what he was going to do and gasped and looked away, “You’re being unreasonable.”
“Learn from you.”
Matthew Grant laughed and buried his head in Blanca’s neck, like a mega-dog who saw his favorite bone, nibbling and licking it. …
In front of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Elizabeth Harris was in a tizzy, holding a red book.
She must be crazy to have gotten her license with Peter Murray.
A few days ago they were people who hated each other, how could they suddenly change overnight …
“So you really hate me?”
Peter Murray said pulling out his phone to take the marriage certificate at several angles, just a red book seems to be able to shoot flowers.
Under the sunlight, he glowed, his lips had been hanging a smile, this is Elizabeth Harris rare Peter Murray.
“There’s something to photograph.”
Elizabeth Harris turned her head, the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but rise, and silently took out her phone …
She also had to take a picture, click.
Peter Murray suddenly put his head on her shoulder, and Elizabeth Harris turned her head to meet his face.
Face to face, only a few millimeters away.
Elizabeth Harris suddenly turned red with shame, how he suddenly came so close.
The rhythm of her heart was so fast that it was about to break out of her body.
“Mouth is a little thing of the heart.”
I don’t know if Peter Murray’s comment was in reference to the photo shoot or his earlier question.
Elizabeth Harris was at a loss for words, feeling caved in, as if Peter Murray could see right through her thoughts.
She desperately needed a backbone now.
“What! You’re married? Does Peter Murray know?”
The two were still in bed together when the call came to Blanca Roach.
When she heard the news that Elizabeth Harris had gotten a license, Blanca Roach sat up straight and was in high spirits because she was afraid it wasn’t Peter Murray.
“Who else could it be but me?”
Peter Murray’s voice came over the phone, and Blanca Roach felt a sense of relief and excitement that she had become a capper, more excited than she was to get her own license.
Matthew Grant leaned over the bed to see his daughter-in-law happy for others, could not help but raise his hand to pinch her cheeks, too cute.
“Come to my house for dinner, to celebrate for you!”
The other side of the phone promised to hang up the phone Blanca Roach happy energy has not been suppressed, went directly to prepare dinner, completely ignored Matthew Grant mood.
The cold, icy rain slapped … President Grant haphazardly on his face, take care.
The kitchen was bustling with activity, preparing dinner in advance.
Blanca Roach was in command, nothing really required her to be busy, but just wanted to get involved.
She was genuinely happy for Elizabeth Harris and Peter Murray, who had been entangled for so long and finally became a happy couple again.
When I think of this, I can’t help but think of Charles White and Selina, this pair is also heartbreaking, the child is about to be born, they two are still in a temper.
I don’t know why in the end Selina will always resist Charles White, probably have an unusual knot in the heart.
Looking at Matthew Grant downstairs, Blanca Roach hooked her finger and the couple spoke quietly.
“I’ll ask Selina to come over and you quietly inform Charles White.”
“Okay, little matchmaker.” Matthew Grant raised his hand and scratched Blanca Roach’s nose, this girl is a mother, how can she still act like a little girl.