When her hand touched his skin, Matthew Saxon realized her hand was cold and icy, without any warmth.
Her hair was wet, and there was rainwater that hadn't been wiped off her face.
He frowned and instinctively wanted to reach out to wipe the water from her face.
As his hand reached out, Scarlett stepped back: "Young Master is not leaving, is he? Fine, then I'll leave."
Scarlett lowered her eyes, no longer looking at him, and turned towards the door.
She was about to break down.
She didn't want him to see her losing control and breaking down in tears.
Since he wouldn't leave, she had no choice but to go.
How could she not know that what he said was true; she had already seen what kind of person Maxwell Saxon is.
A person who could betray his own father to achieve his goals, what kind of person can that be?
She only felt fear.
"Come back." Watching her turn decisively and leave, Matthew felt a stab in his heart. He took a deep breath and suppressed the discomfort.
