Originally, nothing had happened, but with her question...
Scarlett Yates's brain uncontrollably recalled last night's events.
She forcibly kissed Maxwell Saxon and even reached inside his clothing for quite a bit of groping...
If Maxwell hadn't stopped her, she couldn't imagine how many more embarrassing things she would have done.
Scarlett Yates's face felt warm, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"Oh my God, did you two really get into bed?" Angela misunderstood her blush as a sign that something substantial had happened between them, looking like she might faint at any moment, continuously clutching her forehead, "If Matthew Saxon finds out, that guy will go crazy."
"What are you imagining?" Scarlett Yates was defeated by Angela's powerful fantasy capability, hastily explaining, "It's not what you think, I got injured, he took me to the hospital, stayed with me all night, that's all."
Moreover...
There was something she didn't say.
