She didn't need his answer, as if she was only expressing her doubt, she frowned and said, "Matthew Saxon, I don't know why you're getting angry out of nowhere. If it's because of Senior Brother Dales, there's nothing between him and me. He's a senior I've known for three years, and it's just a gift he gave me. What's wrong with that?"
"What's wrong?" Matthew Saxon's outstretched hand suddenly changed to pinch her chin, his dark face moved closer to hers, staring at her coldly, "Scarlett Yates, have you forgotten your identity?"
"In name, you are still my woman, accepting an old flame's gift right in front of me. Do you think I'm dead?"
She was taken aback, staring at him with disbelief, "Old flame? Nothing has ever happened between Senior Brother Dales and me."
"You like him, and he likes you. Mutual affection, and you still say nothing happened?"
He increased the force on his grip, his eyes seemingly filled with fire, with cold anger churning within them.
