On the way to the office, Blancaâs head was down, and it was hard to tell what she was thinking. Was she unhappy about what happened in the morning?
The car coasted along steadily, and Matthew suddenly spoke. âBlanca.â
âWhat? Just say it.â Blanca was still holding âbeansproutâ against Matthew, and didnât wear a favorable expression.
Matthew, though, was in a good mood. He suddenly felt like a morning like this had its charms. He was dealing with work and did not realize he had called her name. Faced with her cold attitude, he was a little displeased. âRemember what you said last night?â
âHuh? Did I say something?â
Matthew didnât say anything else. Blanca couldnât help but look up at him. He seemed busy, dealing with company emails on his iPad even while sitting in the car. He looked so pretty the way he bent his head over work.
The sunlight drew out the outlines of his handsome face.
âItâs not cool saying things halfway, Matthew?â
Matthew was dealing with work, but it was a bit clogged in his chest. He suddenly lifted his head at Blancaâs words, his expression serious. âI didnât touch you.â
â...right.â Hadnât he explained it before?
Blanca didnât get it and shot a dubious look at Matthew. At that moment, her junior sent her a text. Blanca had told her that sheâd sent her the designed emotes tonight. She also remembered Peterâs invitation last night, and couldnât help but tap on Peterâs icon.
How was she supposed to start...
Matthew waited a while and didnât hear Blancaâs reply, so he looked over and saw her opening a conversation on her phone. âWho are you talking to?â
âPeter. He invited me last night, didnât he? I think this is a good chance...â Blanca was wracking her brains on how to speak to Peter, and didnât pay too much attention to Matthewâs words. By the time she reacted, she could feel the temperature in the room dropping.
Er...
She promised Matthew not to go, didnât she?
âRemember who you are, Blanca!â Matthew took away her phone straight away.
âHey! Iâm married to you, not sold to you. What makes you think you can take my phone?â
âYes, you do remember youâre married to me now,â Matthew chuckled, looking over the conversation. Blanca had sent Peter a friendly emote. She hadnât even sent him one! Matthew grinned. âYouâre my wife off work, so your time is mine, but donât forget, youâre my employee at work, so your time is mine too.â
âThat doesnât even make any sense!â
Never had there been anyone so shameless!
But for the money and for finding her parents, she could bear it. Blanca took a few deep breaths and calmed down, reaching out with a hand. âGive me my phone.â
âI will when we reach the office.â
â...â Tyrant!
She really had been blind the past few days. How had she taken a liking to him? Feeling like he was a dream lover for all women... what kind of dream lover needed a punch to the face this badly?
Blanca closed her eyes and didnât speak any more.
Matthew swallowed what heâd been about to say as well. Heâd wanted to tell Blanca that nothing had happened the first night theyâd met, but now, he suddenly didnât want to.
On the way back, Blanca snuck glances at Matthew, trying to get her phone back, which was pressed under his thigh.
Sheâd just texted Peter. What if he texted back?
Buzz.
The phone vibrated while Blanca was frowning and thinking of a way out of it. Peter must have replied! Blanca stared even more resentfully at Matthew, as if heâd parted her from her own arm.
When he noticed her baleful gaze, Matthewâs lips curved. Let her stew. He wasnât giving the phone back now, anyway.
âMatthew! Weâre almost there. You can give my phone back now.â
Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant ï¤Chapter 162 Didnât Touch Her Accidental love II ï¤Chapter 100 Youâre So Kind Mysterious Mr.Richard ï¤Chapter122 Richard's Stepmother With the car several hundred meters away from the office, Blanca suddenly spoke and took the opportunity to sprawl all over Matthew, trying to get the phone back. Her movement was entirely unexpected, and Matthew didnât have the time to react!
Especially with Blanca lying over him, her black hair brushing his face, bringing up a curious sensation.
âDo you know what youâre doing, Blanca?â
Matthew gaped. He was lying at the back of the car, with Blancaâs torso draped fully on his leg. He could even feel her softness pressing against his thigh.
This woman had no self-awareness at all.
âSure I do. Taking back whatâs mine, again!â Blanca giggled. The next moment, her soft little hand had slid the phone out from under Matthewâs thigh.
With contact made, Blanca simply smiled happily, not realizing how seductive her motions were. To get the phone out, her hand brushed against Matthewâs...