Disheartened.
Is she disheartened with him?
As these words emerged in his mind, Matthew Saxon's face also darkened.
But he still let her go.
Once free, Scarlett Yates reached out to turn on the lamp on the bedside table, then slowly sat up, gently pulled back the covers, and got out of bed.
Her head was still a little dizzy. After sitting by the bed for a few seconds, she got up and walked to the water dispenser to pour a glass of water.
She gulped down a large glass of water in one go, casually wiped her mouth with her sleeve, and then slowly turned around.
On her small five-foot bed, Matthew Saxon occupied a very small corner, half-squinting his slender eyes as he lay there, slightly raising his head to look at her.
"I think we might not be suitable for each other," Scarlett held another glass of water, found a place to sit down, her gaze calm, her expression indifferent, and spoke those words in the same indifferent tone.
Every word was crystal clear.
