“Didn’t you say it was urgent, why is Curtis Irwin cooking here?”
Blanca Roach saw that Curtis Irwin was also helping Matthew Grant with his work, and she remembered that she had not just returned from the restaurant saying that there was something urgent.
She remembered that she had just come back from the restaurant and said that there was something urgent. At that time, he was sneaking around to keep her from listening, but now he was acting as if nothing was wrong.
Curtis Irwin buried his head in the pot of dishes that he had washed more times than he could count, playing the ostrich, but don’t look at him, he doesn’t know anything.
“I’m working on it.” Matthew Grant replied patiently.
“What?” Blanca Roach didn’t get it, wasn’t this cooking, or was it…
“When you say it’s urgent, you mean cooking for me?”
“Well, your business is a matter of God.”
If meat talk is a subject, Matthew Grant is not only self-taught and has graduated, but also published his dissertation to get a PhD.
Curtis Irwin …
If only there was an invisibility potion in this world, he would want to slip away silently.
“Honey, I want to go home in the morning.”
Just now Alice cried up, let Blanca Roach lost the idea of staying here, she wants to fly home early to hug her daughter.
“Good.” Matthew Grant passed a look to Curtis Irwin, who understood.
Naturally, it was more than just booking a flight.
According to Blanca Roach, the earliest flight home was booked for the next day, and it was.
The next day, the sun was up.
Blanca Roach was still asleep in the soft bed, and when she opened her eyes, the earliest flight to S City was already 30, 000 feet in the air.
Blanca Roach rubbed her eyes, stretched her back, and saw the bright sunlight outside, and her heart fluttered with a strange feeling.
A flash of thought made Blanca Roach immediately go to her phone.
It was nine o’clock!
“Matthew Grant!”
Blanca Roach stepped into her slippers and ran to the kitchen to find Matthew Grant leisurely making breakfast, unhurried and in a good mood.
“Matthew Grant! The plane!”
“Already got Curtis Irwin to book the nearest one, let’s eat.”
Matthew Grant was holding his own simple breakfast, Blanca Roach’s portion on the table.
Creamy little buns, fried dumplings, poached eggs, lean vegetable porridge, and delicate small dishes …
“What time did you get up?” These don’t look like they were bought, if they were all done by Matthew Grant, how early did he have to get up?
Matthew Grant pursed a light smile, Blanca Roach how to look at him, he did not say anything.
Quirky.
Something was wrong, so wrong, it was yesterday, and she thought Matthew Grant was hiding something from her.
Could it be to get back at her?
Matthew Grant had complained about her not telling him about his trip before he came to Thailand, and now he was pretending to be mysterious too?
It was an uncomfortable experience to be kept in the dark.
But she didn’t want to admit defeat. If she didn’t tell him, she didn’t ask, and she wouldn’t compromise.
Blanca Roach picks up a creamy bun, which tastes exactly like the one she had at home, and says she doesn’t believe Matthew Grant made it.
Blanca Roach tasted it all to make sure it was Matthew Grant’s, and today she had a surprisingly good appetite and ate a lot of it.
She was satisfied with the breakfast, and when she was full, Blanca Roach got excited and reached out to pick Matthew Grant’s chin, like a woman molesting a virtuous woman.
“My dear, it tastes good.”
“Did you mean breakfast, or did you mean your husband?”
Matthew Grant plays along with her, but definitely does not have the upper hand, and immediately turns the tables on her.
Twisting Blanca Roach’s small hand and rubbing it up, “Would you like some more, maiden?”
Blanca Roach was so scared that she drew her hand back and her mouth was stuttering: “The meal… the stomach ache from the intense exercise after the meal.”
“Hmm?” The man deliberately pretended not to understand.