Rather than saying that he looks good in that outfit, it’s better to say that the outfit looks exceptionally good because it’s on him.
So people are complented by their clothes, but he makes the clothes look even better.
Scarlett Yates stared at him absentmindedly again.
Honestly, every ti she looks at Matthew Saxon’s handso exterior, she feels like she’s gained an advantage.
After all, that face is far better-looking than her own.
Noticing her gaze on him, Matthew Saxon flashed that incredibly charming smile again. After fastening the two platinum buttons on his cuff, he looked up and asked with a smile, "Olly usually picks out my outfits and brings them to . I just grabbed a couple today. What do you think?"
Scarlett Yates looked at him without blinking, swallowed, and said, "It looks pretty good."
Matthew Saxon’s smile grew even more enchanting: "I’m not very good at picking clothes, Scarlett. From now on, I’ll leave it to you. You help choose."
"Aren’t you afraid my taste is too low and I’ll make you look awful?"
He smiled, walked over to her, took her hand, and sat down on the bed: "As long as it’s you picking for , I’ll wear it, no matter how it looks."
That blushing, heart-racing sweetness enveloped her again.
Under his gentle gaze, Scarlett Yates felt a bit dizzy.
A man like Matthew Saxon is naturally an irresistible poison. Even if he does nothing, many won would still be infatuated with him.
When he becos tender, it’s truly lethal.
Scarlett Yates felt like her heart was pounding like a drum, her breath was offbeat, and her whole body felt a little soft and fluffy.
"Your hair is still so wet, why didn’t you dry it?" he touched her damp hair, frowned slightly, "You just got over a cold and you’re not being careful. Do you think getting sick is fun?"
Though it sounded like scolding, his tone was full of indulgence and care.
This kind of scolding only made Scarlett Yates feel sweet inside.
Feeling Matthew Saxon’s love for her, she unconsciously acted coy, raised her head, blinked, and said playfully, "Who asked you to hide the hairdryer? I looked for it for a long ti and couldn’t find it."
Scarlett Yates may not be a stunning beauty, but when she’s being playful, she appears adorably naive. And since Matthew Saxon sees her through a lover’s eyes, he finds his future little wife incredibly charming no matter how he looks at her.
His eyes were full of affection, so gentle that they could lt water. He pinched her cheek, smiled, and said, "Why don’t you admit you’re silly? Wait here, and I’ll find it for you."
When Matthew Saxon went to find the hairdryer, Scarlett Yates got up and walked to the window to open the curtains.
Once the heavy curtains were pulled back, it was clear that it was already broad daylight outside.
The windowsill was bathed in sunlight, and outside was a beautiful scene of bright sunshine and gentle breeze.
The plane tree leaves were falling every day, and half of the remaining leaves on a branch had dropped. At this rate, Scarlett Yates thought that in a couple of days, the branches would be bare.
"What are you looking at?" Matthew Saxon asked as he approached her with the hairdryer.
Scarlett Yates casually replied, "I was thinking, if we planted Purple Vine Trees on that empty space downstairs, in a few months, we could see them blooming. It would be really beautiful."
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