Bang——
The door of the room slammed shut, and he locked it as well.
Scarlett Yates snapped awake, exclaiming, "Matthew Saxon, what are you doing?"
The room was pitch-black.
The window was closed, and the curtains were drawn. Scarlett Yates was trapped in a room so dark she couldn't see her hand in front of her face, pressed against the wall. The cold scent from his body filled her breath, her heart pounded like a drum, and she was completely panicked.
"Matthew Saxon, let go of me. What are you trying to do?"
"Let go of you?" In the dark room, she couldn't see clearly; she could only feel that he was very close to her.
So close that with every breath he took, warm air fell upon her cheek.
His deep voice carried a trace of coldness, sinister, as if suppressing a lot of negative emotions about to explode: "Are you in a hurry to find Maxwell Saxon?"
