Even though it's still impossible to accept that ridiculous engagement, the initial aversion and disdain have long since changed.
A soft light flashed quickly in his eyes. He placed his large hand over her head, messing up her already disheveled hair even further. After a gentle sigh, he took her hand, "Let's go."
The hand held by him, and half of her arm, went stiff. Scarlett Yates looked up at him, still a bit confused in her eyes, "Where to?"
Matthew Saxon continued to ruffle her messy hair until it resembled a bird's nest, then satisfactorily withdrew his hand. "Are you planning to sleep out here tonight? If gossip spreads that I'm abusing my fiancée, won't that ruin my reputation?"
Ruin his reputation?
Scarlett Yates let out a sarcastic snort in her heart at the thought.
Someone like him, does he still care about reputation, or fear it being ruined?
Having been out at such a late hour for so long, Scarlett was also tired and just wanted a good night's sleep.
