But Scarlett Yates no longer harbors those inappropriate fantasies.
She’s no longer the girl who blushes and gets butterflies in her stomach from a single tender concern from him, feeling unsettled all day.
She deliberately put on a nonchalant expression, shrugged, and said casually, "Senior, you’re overthinking. I’m perfectly fine, aren’t I?"
Henry Dales furrowed his brows, seeing her lack any sense of security, he couldn’t help but bring up Knox Simmons, "Didn’t that Young Master Simmons pester you in the past? If Matthew Saxon hadn’t appeared, you’d have been taken away by him."
"Do you know what kind of person he is? Any woman he takes away, none of them are left unscathed..."
As he spoke, his brows knitted tighter, and despite his gentle tone, a trace of anger slipped in, "After all these years, he still flirts everywhere, and now he’s targeting you."
To speak of Knox Simmons and Matthew Saxon, in so ways they are quite similar, both being masters of romance, having been with countless won.
The only difference between Matthew Saxon and Knox is that he never actively seeks out anyone; it’s always won who approach him.
Knox Simmons, on the other hand, flutters from place to place like a butterfly, charming everyone he encounters.
With a strikingly beautiful, androgynous face, and skilled in sweet talk, any woman he sets his sights on is consud wholly by Knox Simmons, leaving nothing but dust.
"How did you know..." Hearing Henry talk about the seductive man dressed like a butterfly last night, confusion flickered in Scarlett Yates’s eyes.
Earlier, he said he ran into Matthew Saxon by chance on the road, yet now he knows she was tangled with a playboy...
Henry Dales hadn’t planned on revealing his whereabouts last night, but in his worry he said what he shouldn’t have, feeling a bit regretful, he no longer concealed from her, "After you left, I worried you’d encounter danger alone, so I followed behind you."
Scarlett Yates’s eyes widened in surprise.
Henry Dales gazed deeply at her, apologetically said, "Scarlett, I understand you don’t need my concern, and I shouldn’t have stalked you, but..."
He paused, his ebony eyes rippling with gentle waves, and said softly, "I really couldn’t feel at ease."
Scarlett Yates had fantasized about this scenario a thousand, ten thousand tis.
She had dread about it many tis.
In her dreams, he looked at her with such tenderness and affection.
Yet at this mont, she no longer felt that excitent and joy that would make her scream and cry.
She just felt heartbroken.
She had waited so long for sothing, only to have it arrive at the wrong ti.
The place was wrong, the ti was wrong, the feeling was wrong, everything was wrong.
Rubbing her aching nose, she forced a smile from the corner of her lips, and said politely yet distantly, "Thank you for your concern, senior. However, please don’t do this anymore in the future. If soone sees, and it accidentally gets to Senior Sister Wood, she might not be pleased."
Rosie Wood has a very strong sense of possession and has always liked Henry Dales.
She’s a coward who only dares to secretly love Henry Dales. Rosie Wood, on the other hand, has made her affection for Henry Dales well-known, wanting the whole world to know.
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