She wanted to talk back, but she knew better than to put up a fight with him. If she really pushed this lustful man and he did something, Blanca didn’t think she’d be able to take it.
So she went to sleep. She’d tired herself out throughout the day, and drifted off soon enough.
As he sensed the even breathing come from the pillowside, Matthew sighed, got out of bed, and went for a cold shower to drain the heat from his body before he went back to bed to sleep.
The following morning, Blanca and Matthew left without even eating breakfast.
Before leaving, Carrie, under Wilbert’s supervision, put on a whole show of giving Blanca a wide supplement selection.
Blanca took them all, smiling.
On the way back, Matthew drove a low-profile car. Seeing Blanca smiling happily in the front seat, he said, “Is it nice to go home?”
“Of course it is! The mansion is like a whole castle, with so many rules and so many people looking at me I didn’t even dare make a pant. It was killing me.”
“You were panting just fine, actually.”
Blanca glared at him, but she was in a fine mood, so she didn’t squabble with him.
The car coasted along steadily. Maybe she’d just gone through too much last night. Blanca fell asleep again.
It was springtime, flowers were in bloom, and there was birdsong and fragrance everywhere.
Matthew stopped the car outside the mansion and was about to remind Blanca to get off when he noticed she was asleep.
Her pale face had a hint of a smile, her long lashes left a small shadow below her eyes, her nose was small and delicate, and her pink lips spread lightly…
“Mmm… are we home?”
Blanca suddenly opened her eyes. Matthew didn’t look away and kept his gaze trained on her. Blanca had only just regained her senses when she felt the heat from his eyes. Realizing it was Matthew, she twitched, a little ill at ease.
“Is – Is there something on my face? Why are you looking at me like that?”
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