âAll right, itâs done.â
Blanca realized sheâd gone lewd again when Matthew released her.
She squirmed out of his grip hurriedly and noticed her bare knees had been in contact with his abdomen, and blushed so hard she didnât know where to put her limbs.
âThree times a day, got it?â Matthew didnât notice the girlâs strange behavior, and thought that Blanca was still nervous over the afternoonâs events. He didnât overthink it and placed the ointment in her hands.
Blanca nodded in a daze, then saw Matthew sit up from the bed.
âW-where are you going? Arenât you going to bed?â
Blanca suddenly said somewhat desperately. Matthew frowned and looked over, and Blanca hastily waved it off. âThatâs, uh, I mean itâs getting late.â
What had she just said?
Why was there a sudden suggestiveness in the air?
âDo I... need to report where Iâm going to you?â Matthew almost blurted out. Blanca blinked and couldnât manage an explanation. Matthewâs reply was light. âYouâve been tired out today. Go rest. Iâll go deal with work in the office.â
â...oh, okay. Good night.â
With her face red, Blanca didnât dare look at Matthew. She calmed down only when the door closed on her.
Wait, did that mean that Matthew had come in specifically to take her medicine? No no no, he must have come back to wash and change. Getting her medicine was just on the way.
What are you thinking, Blanca Roach?!
Back then, when sheâd laid in bed with Matthew, she hadnât thought anything of it, but today, there seemed to be a flea beneath her hips, and she couldnât sleep at all...
Matthew would come back later. How was she supposed to face him?
...thinking about it, Blanca had slowly drifted off.
In the office, the hour-hand was pointing to eleven. In his grey pajamas, a lock of black hair curled down on Matthewâs forehead, making him look softer than usual.
He opened his laptop, went into a video call, and on the other side of the line, Curtis saw Matthew in his state and was taken aback for an instant before he recovered and reported naturally, âItâs been dealt with. Todd wonât be coming back. As for who was behind it...â
âLouise?â
Curtis nodded.
It wasnât that he didnât know it had to be Louise behind it. Having applied for the Empire Group directly, sheâd been behaving too well these past few days.
Matthew rubbed his brow. âGet someone to watch her.â
âYes, sir. Thereâs one other thing...â Curtis paused. âI hear the madam is not having a good time at the office. Her colleagues are clearly isolating her, and it seems sheâs been troubled over it recently.â
Curtis was the chairmanâs man, so news of subordinates rarely reached him.
Still, Blanca was the chairmanâs wife, so he had to pay some extra attention.
âIgnore it,â Matthew said. âAs Mrs. Grant, if she canât deal with that much, she has no right to stay by my side.â With that, Matthewâs eyes darkened.
...
It had been twenty minutes since he cut the call with Curtis. Matthew snapped the laptop shut and saw Blanca sleeping on the double bed in a spread-eagled position.
Her sleeping posture was really... a sight to see.
Matthewâs brow furrowed and walked over, not quite knowing how to move her. Finally, he grabbed her through the blanket and pushed her to the side. With a slap, a dreaming Blanca whipped her hand around onto Matthewâs arm.
Matthewâs face darkened further, but seeing the red marks on her neck and wrist, he suppressed his urges and laid down on the small bed as well.
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