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."
