"Hmm, I'm fine, just a little bit dizzy, but I can still go by myself," Scarlett Yates said while rubbing her brow.
"Alright then, I'll wait for you here. If you feel uncomfortable, we can leave at any time."
"But, hasn't the charity auction yet to start?" Scarlett is desperate to leave. In front of Matthew Saxon and Softy, she feels utterly embarrassed.
She overestimated her ability to endure. She thought she could remain calm and composed at the banquet even if she saw Matthew Saxon.
But now, a single glance from Matthew makes her heart ache. His words cut like a knife; she feels she can't take it anymore. If she can't find an excuse to leave, she's afraid she'll disgrace herself by doing something embarrassing.
So she desperately holds back her tears, determined not to cry in such a public setting.
Maxwell Saxon's voice is very gentle, even more than usual. His dark eyes tenderly watch her as he quietly says, "I could have Uncle Thompson handle it."
"Can we do that?"
