Matthewâs eyes went dark.
âHah, got it!â
The next moment, Blanca had stood bolt upright, playing around with the phone. Matthew felt a heat in his body. Damnit, he actually swooned over a girl? And a girl who â was nothing like hot or anything like that.
Matthewâs gaze swept past the slight swell of Blancaâs chest, while Blanca remained unaware. Peter had sent her a text, asking âWhatâs up?â
Of course something was up. Something grand to do with her future.
Blanca beamed and was about to reply when she felt a shift in the atmosphere. A band of shadows seemed to appear before her...
Sheâd thought it was Matthew, but when she lifted her head, she saw countless cameras levelled straight at her outside the car window!
Shoot-
Blanca had never seen a scene like this and almost dropped her phone. She jolted, then found that all the people with cameras and microphones out there were reporters.
âWh-what are they doing?â Blanca swallowed, looking at Matthew beside her. Matthewâs face didnât register anything else. He seemed used to such things.
âWhat should we do, sir?â The driver hesitated. It wasnât that he hadnât come across situations like this, but normally, he just drove the car straight to the underground garage, where reporters seldom followed.
But Matthew wasnât planning on that this time.
He looked at the reporters outside. Not too many of them, really. About twenty or so men and women, every one of them hyped to dig up news.
If they wanted news, heâd give it to them.
âNo need to drive over. Weâll get out here,â Matthew said. The moment he finished, he heard Blanca stammer, âLetâs not go down there, Matthew, we could just hide out here...â
But Matthew had made a decision, and who could change that? His hand was already at the door...
âHey...â If he wanted to die, he didnât need to drag her with him.
A dark cloud passed over Blancaâs head and she saw Matthew go around the back of the car. The reporters seemed to respect Matthew somewhat enough not to try anything, even making a path for him.
Matthew was in a blue striped suit today, which made him even more elegant, even though his eyes were still cold.
He walked to Blancaâs side, pulled out the door, and held out his arm. Blanca froze and went flushed. But even though she hadnât experienced much of life, sheâd been educated, and knew that this wasnât the time to back down.
So she took a deep breath and took his arm.
As the two walked out holding hands, the reporters exploded! Yesterdayâs internal news was true, looked like. Matthew really did pamper this Mrs.
Grant.
The two looked pretty and a fit match, and the cameras snapped away. The reporters were overjoyed, headlines for tomorrow long ready in their head!
âMr. Grant, is your relationship with your wife good?â
âSomeone seemed to capture your wife being harassed yesterday, is that true or a rumor?â
âMrs. Grant, Mr. Grant is the wealthiest man of Oakshire, and so many women had wanted his hand in marriage. Please tell us your thoughts on marrying him!â
Theyâd wanted to ask all those questions at announcement, but due to their fear of Matthewâs threatening presence, they hadnât dared ask anything.
Now, it seemed like Matthew was in a good mood, so they were following that string to its end.
â...â
Blanca was overwhelmed by the series of questions. Sheâd forgotten everything about last night, and hadnât remembered anything this morning, but with the reporters asking about it, images flashed through her mind.
A man in his thirties had toasted her, and sheâd gone unconscious after one glass of champagne...
Then she seemed to have made a scene, and Matthew saved her?!
She had no impression of that.
âWait,â Matthew signaled at the reporters, then patted Blancaâs head soothingly, his expression gentle. âHow about you explain to them what happened last night, Blanca?â
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