This ti, Matthew Saxon could tell she wasn’t just speaking in anger.
She really wanted to break up with him.
The seriousness and determination in her eyes and tone made it clear she had made this decision after careful consideration.
This realization shocked Matthew Saxon.
He looked at her in disbelief, "Scarlett Yates, we just started dating, and you want to break up?"
"If it’s because of what I said before..."
"Matthew Saxon, can we break up?"
Scarlett Yates smiled at him gently, "Just consider crazy. I’m not speaking in anger. Actually, from both our perspectives, neither of us is wrong, so I no longer bla you."
The relationship shouldn’t have started in the first place.
It was her being foolish that led her to selectively ignore so many problems right before her eyes.
Breaking up is just a way to get everything back on track.
She wasn’t making this decision impulsively.
Matthew Saxon’s face finally couldn’t hold its composure.
"You’ve made up your mind? You won’t regret it?" His voice was like the wind on a snowy day, laced with a chilling cold.
Scarlett Yates was silent for a mont, her voice muffled yet firm, "Hmm, I won’t regret it."
Matthew Saxon looked at her for so long, it felt like an eternity passed, then she heard him say, "Alright, I agree."
He suddenly smiled, flipped over to get out of bed, casually straightened his ssy hair, picked up the clothes lying aside, and while leisurely buttoning his suit, he lifted his long, deep eyes to look at her, his tone very calm, "Scarlett, if this is what you want, I agree, as long as it makes you happy."
Happy?
Scarlett Yates blinked blankly.
If she was truly happy, why did her heart still hurt?
She still liked Matthew Saxon, she knew this better than anyone.
Looking at Matthew Saxon’s face that transitioned from sullen anger to indifference in an instant, it felt as if a sharp knife had sliced through her heart, the pain making her bite her lip hard.
Actually, his current reaction was his true reaction, wasn’t it?
He also wanted to propose a breakup, only she was one step ahead.
"Scarlett, I have one last question."
After buttoning the last button on his suit, he stood before her, impeccably dressed, his profound eyes fixed on her, "Scarlett, you’re breaking up with just because you feel we’re not suitable, not because you don’t like anymore, is that right?"
His eyes seed to see right through her.
Such deep eyes, dark as if they contained the entire starry sky.
Under the focused and earnest gaze of those eyes, Scarlett Yates didn’t even have the courage to lie.
Her lips moved slightly, but ultimately, not a word ca out.
Matthew Saxon didn’t force her. He suddenly smiled and said, "I understand."
What did he understand?
After leaving this inscrutable comnt, Matthew Saxon left.
Hearing the door close, Scarlett Yates slowly walked to the window.
The window was half-open.
On the windowsill was a pot of jasmine, a few small white flowers blooming, exuding a gentle, intoxicating scent in the evening breeze.
After waiting for a while, Matthew Saxon walked out of the building.
A few night-shift nurses happened to co back and ran into him, imdiately surrounding him.
She didn’t know what they said to Matthew Saxon, but after about a minute, they reluctantly moved away from him.
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