Matthew Saxon loved running his fingers through her hair over and over again, enjoying the feeling of her soft locks slipping through his fingers.
"I’m afraid that if I fall asleep, I’ll turn into a ghost." Her voice was hoarse with sleepiness, yawning one after another, and when she looked at Matthew Saxon, she saw multiple shadows.
"What nonsense."
Matthew Saxon looked at her a bit helplessly and covered her eyes with his large hand. "Sleep, I won’t sleep tonight. I’ll watch over you."
Scarlett Yates was truly exhausted.
When Matthew Saxon’s hand covered her eyes, the light in front of her completely darkened, and waves of drowsiness washed over her. She finally couldn’t resist anymore, closed her eyes, and murmured dreamily, "Aren’t you sleepy?"
With each word she spoke, her voice got softer, and the last word sounded like a sigh.
By the ti she finished speaking, she had already slipped into a deep sleep.
Despite knowing she couldn’t hear him, Matthew Saxon still curled his lips and replied softly, "I’m sleepy, but if you’re scared, it doesn’t matter if I skip a night’s sleep."
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His words, Scarlett truly did not hear.
She had already fallen asleep.
After being frightened and jostled on the road for so long, once she relaxed, she was completely exhausted.
In her sleep, a familiar scent at the tip of her nose brought her peace.
Scarlett slept soundly and sweetly.
She montarily forgot the fear of being kidnapped and even had a beautiful, beautiful dream.
In the dream, Matthew Saxon held flowers, knelt on one knee to propose to her, wearing a white tailcoat, looking noble and handso like a prince from an ancient castle.
Their wedding was held in a particularly beautiful castle.
Many, many people offered them blessings.
They recited vows, exchanged rings, and kissed...
She felt like the happiest person in the world.
When it ca ti to throw the bouquet, she turned her back to everyone and threw the bouquet with all her might.
After a burst of cheers, suddenly there was a wave of astonished chatter.
"Huh, how is it a man?"
"Why is a man catching the bouquet?"
"Isn’t that the eldest young master of the Saxon Family? Why would he..."
Amidst the surprised discussions, Scarlett turned around.
"Scarlett, Matthew, how could you get married without telling ?"
Maxwell Saxon caught the bouquet.
He was also wearing a white suit, the sa as the groom’s.
There wasn’t a trace of a smile on his face, and his gaze was alarmingly cold as he approached them step by step with the bouquet.
"Without the family’s blessing, how can you ever find true happiness?"
"Scarlett Yates, I told you, in the end, you’ll only be my woman. Did you forget?"
Scarlett panicked, "Maxwell Saxon, what do you want? Please, let go, okay? Matthew and I truly love each other."
"Truly in love?" Maxwell Saxon’s cold, expressionless face suddenly showed a cruel smile, throwing the bouquet to the ground, and sohow a knife appeared in his hand.
"Scarlett Yates, without my permission, you can’t find happiness, never ever."
Suddenly, he lunged forward, and the knife plunged into Matthew Saxon’s chest.
Bright red blood gushed out, completely staining Matthew Saxon’s white tailcoat red.
He fell into a pool of blood.
"Ah!" Scarlett scread out loud.
Scarlett woke up from the nightmare.
Cold sweat was still on her forehead as her heart pounded wildly and irregularly.
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