âHow-how could it...â Kylie murmured, clutching at Todd tightly, resentfully. âItâs not my fault, darling. Itâs all Blancaâs doing, that bitch. Itâs fine if you lost your job; we can look for a new one, okay?â
âLet go of me. If you hadnât seduced me in the first place, I wouldnât have broken up with Blanca at all.â
Todd finished, then seemed to get drowsy. He set his head down and fell asleep.
Kylie looked at him as he snored, her face contorting.
It was all Blancaâs fault.
Why could she have it better than her? She wouldnât allow it!
Blanca suddenly sneezed.
She was still leaning on Matthewâs shoulder with a ten-centimeter pair of high heels. She was stumbling about as she walked, but thankfully, Matthew could act as her crutch. She would have fallen otherwise.
Getting into the office, Blanca couldnât wait to finally take the high heels off as she slumped onto the sofa. âWhew, Iâm beat.â
She didnât know how people wore those things all day.
âTired just from that? Then hereâs a reminder. This sort of thing will happen more and more from now on.â
âEven more?!â
âWhat else?â Matthew smiled faintly. Looking at that smile, Blancaâs heart suddenly hammered. Then Matthew continued. âWhat else do you think I need you for?â To support him on all those scenarios, of course.
Blanca was fresh out of tears, but luckily enough, the commentary had turned around.
Blanca rubbed her aching ankles and looked at Matthew. âCan I make a request, Mr. Grant?â
Matthew put his documents down and said firmly, âNo.â
âWhy?â
Blancaâs delicate brow furrowed and she looked at Matthew with a bit of pique. The man was acting more and more like an overbearing boss now!
Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant ï¤Chapter 48 Kylieâs Grudge Accidental love II ï¤Chapter 100 Youâre So Kind Mysterious Mr.Richard ï¤Chapter122 Richard's Stepmother âDo you need money?â Matthew took out his wallet from the table and extracted a black card. He set it on the table, then pointed at it. âThis is a credit card with no limit. Itâs good anywhere.â
âI...â Did he think she wanted his money?
Blanca couldnât help but roll her eyes.
She lazed back on the sofa and peered at Matthew from her perch on the armrest. Her gaze flickered about like a rabbitâs, turning around in their sockets, and Matthew set his paperwork down.
He suddenly understood what lust meant.
âItâs not enough?â
Heâd just finished when Blanca returned the card to him. She might have been poor, but wealth wasnât everything!
It certainly couldnât buy everything, right?
So Blanca decided to appeal to pathos. âIf I go out there and work, itâd prove to others that Mr. Grantâs wife isnât incompetent, wouldnât it? Arenât you proud of how upstanding I am?â
âProud?â Matthew narrowed his eyes like heâd just heard an absurd joke, his noble aura leaking out. âOf my woman needing to go out and work?â
â...I canât argue with you.â