She felt stifled, pent-up frustration hanging in her heart with no outlet, making her uncomfortable. Especially that he shamelessly kept sticking by her side, and that unreliable face of his was increasingly irritating to look at.
The red light flashed as Scarlett Yates was about to step onto the sidewalk when suddenly a car sped around the corner. Matthew Saxon was quick-eyed and swift-handed as he pulled her back just in time.
Watching the car speed past, he frowned and pressed her firmly by his side, holding her hand, "You almost got hit just now. Haven't learned a lesson yet? Why are you in such a rush? Am I a flood or a beast that you can't wait to avoid me?"
"Those women were really just asking for directions," he sighed, a bit helpless.
"I sacrificed my precious sleep time and arranged for your good sister to be at Saint Mercy. Are you really going to stay cold towards me forever?"
A few seconds later.
