Who would have thought that he would actually get rejected by that woman.
Not only was she not attracted by his family background and looks, she even scorned him, saying she despised n like him the most—those who fancied themselves as charming and attractive but spent all day chasing won. She even ntioned so research indicating that most womanizers have low intelligence, and that soone as much of a flirt as him has nothing but lust in his head.
Thinking of that hateful woman made Vincent Reed grind his teeth in anger.
In contrast, Matthew Saxon seed to be riding high on good fortune, and this imbalance was intolerable!
Since he was unhappy, no one else should expect to be happy either.
Indeed, as soon as he ntioned the words "nightly revels," Scarlett Yates’s expression changed.
Vincent Reed was secretly pleased, thinking, "Matthew Saxon, oh Matthew Saxon, after showing off so much affection all night, let’s see how you explain this when you go back."
Having achieved his purpose, Vincent Reed had no intention of getting beaten to a pulp like Knox Simmons; he relished speaking his mind before hurriedly slipping away.
His feet moved as if they were greased, and he vanished in an instant.
The remaining two people said their goodbyes to Matthew Saxon and quickly left as well.
In no ti, Scarlett Yates and Matthew Saxon were the only ones left in the corridor.
The long corridor seed endless, with no end in sight from where they stood.
The overhead lights shone brightly, in stark contrast to the deliberately dim and ambiguous lighting inside the private room; the corridor lights were bright and intense, illuminating the space as if it were daylight.
Where they stood, the thick carpet cast a shadow, and Scarlett Yates noticed that her shadow overlapped with Matthew Saxon’s, indistinguishable from one another.
"Why are your hands so cold?" With a warm touch, Matthew Saxon gently took her hand.
He wrapped her cold little hand in his palm and rubbed it for a while, then took off his jacket to drape it over her shoulders: "It’s getting late, let’s go back."
His clothes carried the residual warmth of his body, as if she was suddenly enveloped by a warm aura.
Scarlett Yates completely shrank into his coat, surrounded by the familiar and warm scent that gradually cald her heart.
Even if Matthew Saxon didn’t want to leave now, she would have taken the initiative to leave.
Scarlett Yates wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.
She knew that Maxwell Saxon must not have left yet; when she ran out of the private room, Maxwell was still in that dark lounge.
Thinking of Maxwell Saxon made her shiver, involuntarily wrapping Matthew Saxon’s coat tighter around her.
It was not a pleasant mory, and even though things were interrupted midway, there were so things she simply couldn’t forget.
She couldn’t forget Maxwell Saxon’s eyes that glowed in the dark like those of a beast hidden in the jungle, emitting an eerie light.
She also couldn’t forget the discomfort of Maxwell’s cold lips on her skin.
As soon as she thought about it, the places he kissed felt like they were on fire.
She wanted to leave this place filled with unpleasant mories as soon as possible; knowing Maxwell Saxon was still here and on this floor made Scarlett Yates just want to leave imdiately.
Matthew Saxon held her as they approached the elevator.
"Matthew Saxon..." While waiting for the elevator, Scarlett Yates softly called his na.
"Hmm?" Matthew Saxon lowered his head and saw her hesitant expression, as if she was very troubled, her eyes showing a complex look; her lips moved several tis but no sound ca out.
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