She doesn’t rember what happened between them; the only man in her heart now is Matthew Saxon.
The people in his mories have all changed; maybe he should really let go of those mories too?
Letting go... Saying it sounds so easy and simple, but doing it is so difficult.
The corners of his mouth curled into a self-mocking smile. Knowing she already left, Maxwell Saxon still sighed softly in the direction she left: "Scarlett Yates, what can I do with you?"
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After leaving the private room, Scarlett Yates’s heartbeat hadn’t yet cald down.
Her hands and feet were still cold.
Maxwell Saxon suddenly beca beastly and almost... with her.
This was sothing she hadn’t expected.
Fortunately, he stopped in the end. If he had really tried to possess her by force, she would have been powerless to resist.
Actually, when she shouted that she would commit suicide, it was just to scare him. If Maxwell Saxon really forced her, she would be sad, upset, and would hate him, but not to the point of suicide.
Nothing is more important than life.
Although many people say a woman’s first ti is as precious as her life, in reality, is anything truly more important than life itself?
When a person dies, all is extinguished. Without life, no other things, however important, hold any aning.
Besides, once one has sothing they care about, they are even more reluctant to die.
If it were before, with nothing to care about, she might leave life and enter death without many regrets.
But now, it’s different.
There’s soone in her heart who fills it completely; even if she isn’t afraid of death, she can’t bear to die anymore.
She wants to live well, to live long with the person she cares about deeply.
Thinking of that person, Scarlett Yates felt warmth in her heart.
She’s been gone for so long; she didn’t know if Matthew Saxon had co looking for her. Thinking of this, Scarlett quickened her pace.
Just as she walked through the corridor, she saw a group of people hastily approaching, led by one with a dark face and a chilling aura, looking quite frightening.
Though that face was captivatingly handso, the extrely cold expression sent shivers and fear through everyone who saw him.
On that icy face, it was almost as if "Don’t ss with , or you’re dead" was written clearly.
The people beside him were Vincent Reed and his group.
Four people, all from noble families and equally handso, walking toward her like a dazzling idol group.
Scarlett Yates stopped, standing several ters away watching, and suddenly thought of a group from an idol drama.
It was from a very long ti ago, a drama called Flower Garden with a group nad F4, symbolizing four n as beautiful as flowers.
If Vincent Reed and Matthew Saxon were considered the reality version of F4, few would disagree.
With their heads down, they hadn’t yet noticed Scarlett Yates standing ahead.
As they got closer, Scarlett heard Vincent Reed say, "Matthew, don’t be too anxious; we’ve had soone access the video. We can’t just lose your person in Darknight City."
"Yeah, maybe your young lady was just playful and went sowhere else."
Yet, as they tried to console him, Matthew Saxon’s expression only worsened.
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