Scarlett Yates blushed awkwardly, wishing she could dig a hole to hide herself.
Why does she always end up doing embarrassing things, especially in front of that bastard Matthew Saxon.
With her face entirely flushed, she adopted a resignation ntality, bit her lip, and thick-skinnedly lifted her head to et his teasing gaze, managing an awkward smile, "I wasn’t hungry just now, but suddenly I feel hungry."
Fortunately, Matthew didn’t continue to mock her; he just let out a long "oh" and gracefully walked to the side to sit down, casually crossing his legs, "Then what are you waiting for, go change your clothes."
"You’re taking out to eat?"
Scarlett was a little surprised.
Did he co back specifically to take her out for a al?
Was he not accompanying his new flings?
Had he already grown tired of that woman called Natalie Hughes?
Matthew squinted his eyes and replied irrelevantly, "There’s a dinner later; dress a bit formally, I want to introduce a few people to you."
With that kind of answer, Scarlett imdiately understood why Matthew had co back specifically.
So, he wanted to take her to a dinner.
She knew it; there was no way he could truly be so considerate and kind-hearted.
Suppressing her slight disappointnt, Scarlett also let out a long "oh", turned to walk a few steps, then looked back at him, "Can I not go?"
His friends were surely affluent and influential, but Scarlett was not good at interacting with those wealthy heirs.
She had no desire to delve deeper into his social circle.
To her, she just wanted to quietly get through this year.
But Matthew didn’t think that way; he knew what Scarlett was avoiding.
The more she tried to avoid sothing, the more he wanted to drag her into it, just like the more she wanted to avoid him, the more intentionally he approached her.
There was nothing Matthew Saxon couldn’t obtain.
As long as it was sothing he wanted, he would use every possible ans to get it.
From a young age, the second young master of the Saxon Family, Matthew Saxon, was such a person, with a deep obsession for what he wanted, never giving up until he achieved his goal.
He rcilessly shattered her hope, "No."
Scarlett paused, remained silent for a few seconds, still unwilling to give up, "Just say that I’m not feeling well and can’t attend, can’t you?"
"No." Matthew’s refusal was straightforward and direct, leaving her no room for negotiation.
"Why don’t you want to go?"
Matthew looked at her thoughtfully, "Afraid? It’s just a few childhood playmates, happened to run into them, just a casual al, you don’t have to be nervous, just treat it with a normal mind."
Though he said that, Scarlett didn’t really believe she was only going to et a few of his Fox and Hound Allies.
With him specifically asking her to dress formally, evidently, the people they were going to et were of so importance too.
If they were his business partners, he could handle it alone, there was really no need to drag her along; she couldn’t understand why he insisted on her attendance.
Seeing her still standing there motionless, Matthew patiently continued to reassure her, "With there, what are you afraid of? At that ti, just focus on eating, don’t worry about anything else."
He wouldn’t budge, and Scarlett had no choice; since he said so, she had no reason to refuse any longer.
Her stomach happened to be hungry too, so she might as well follow him to enjoy a free al and drinks.
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