But trying to hide it from Matthew Grant was impossible.
Blanca Roach turned the Adelina and Shelly sisters against each other, and the next day it reached Matthew Grant’s ears.
That night Matthew Grant left work early and looked at Blanca Roach who greeted him with an innocent and harmless face, he had long seen through her dark nature.
It’s just that Blanca Roach herself does things behind her back as if they never happened, and has no intention of telling him, her husband.
From work to some things, Blanca Roach never told him too much, which made Matthew Grant’s heart feel bad.
Matthew Grant took off his jacket and hung it up, took his daughter-in-law’s waist and sat down on the sofa.
“Don’t you have anything to share with me?” Matthew Grant asked good-naturedly.
Blanca Roach blinked and then shook her head, “No.”
“Really nothing? Think about it again.”
“Oops, look at my memory.” Blanca Roach tapped her head, “There really is one.”
Matthew Grant was satisfied, thinking she was going to tell him the truth, when he saw Blanca Roach scrolling through her tablet.
“Look, post-production is done today and the director sent over the commercial, and it’s even better than I expected.”
Blanca Roach held the tablet up to her husband, and was mercilessly snatched away by Matthew Grant, serious as a strict father in charge of his children.
“During pregnancy, you should not touch these electronic devices.” “Matthew Grant?
“Matthew Grant, what’s wrong with you?”
Blanca Roach finally sensed a hint of something wrong.
“I’ll tell you what you’ve been doing for the past two days.”
Matthew Grant’s hand appeared behind Blanca Roach’s back at some point, and as her attention shifted behind her, Matthew Grant suddenly leaned in and she was under his control again.
“You … know all about it.” Blanca Roach heckled, both eyes narrowed like a fox cub, ghostly.
Matthew Grant dropped his head to her forehead, intimate and punitive: “If I don’t ask, are you not even going to let me know?”
“President Grant has a lot on his plate, so how can you know about such trivial matters, and … you know about it…”
Blanca Roach whispered a complaint, was heard by the man on the body.
Matthew Grant was so angry that he bit Blanca Roach’s earlobe.
“You still have a problem with that? It’s not too safe lately, that’s why I sent someone to follow you. You know that Adelina and Shelly are trying to turn against you, and you still go to see them alone, not afraid that they will join hands to harm you?”
Like a granny, Matthew Grant bitter, Blanca Roach drops her eyelids and raises her hand to play with Matthew Grant’s tie.
“Not alone … I also took Junior with me.”
“You still have the nerve to say, I see you are going to forget that you are a pregnant woman yourself.”
Increasingly uncomfortable, but this can only be blamed on Matthew Grant himself, he is the one who spoiled Blanca Roach into this.
“Listen, Blanca Roach, don’t you ever hide anything from me again.”
Matthew Grant ripped off his tie and threw it aside, and now Blanca Roach had no more fun.
“Do you hear me?”
“Mmmmmmmmm, I hear you, and when this happens again in the future, it will absolutely be the first thing I share with you.”
Blanca Roach deflated, Matthew Grant lowered his head and gave her a quick peck on the lips.
“From now on, leave this kind of thing to your man, I won’t allow you to take any more chances.”
Blanca Roach’s eyes widened and she lifted her arms around Matthew Grant’s neck, “Yes, I promise.”
She kissed his face good-naturedly and was countered by Matthew Grant dropping dense kisses, deep and lingering.
“Madam sir eat …”
The maid poked her head out of the kitchen and immediately retreated halfway through her sentence.
She went at the wrong time ah …