Scarlett Yates froze for a moment, slowly lifting her head.
She finally saw the expression on Matthew Saxon's face.
His expression was indifferent, and his gaze was faint. Those long, alluring eyes perhaps even carried a trace of impatience.
The impatience in his eyes felt like a bucket of ice water pouring over her head, jolting her muddled mind into clarity.
Scarlett Yates awoke as if from a ridiculous dream, suddenly realizing how foolish her actions were.
Old man, what exactly is she doing?!
What part of her mind wasn't working right to have her do such things.
This bastard had done very offensive things to her, taking great advantage of her.
Earlier, she had explicitly expressed her stance, yet now she runs to him like a fool, concerned for him—isn't she just slapping her own face?
No wonder he's full of impatience; he probably also finds her quite laughable.
"Oh, since you're fine, I'll just go back to sleep."
