Bathed in the halo, he looked like a deity, handsome and noble.
Scarlett Yates couldn't help but stare in a daze.
Angela saw her expression and snorted coldly, "If this guy didn't have a demon-like face and so much money, with his bad temper, how many women could put up with him?"
After muttering like a mosquito about it, she didn't dare to say more.
As they were about to reach Matthew Saxon's table, he, who was leisurely gazing out of the window, suddenly turned his head. His long, narrow eyes quickly focused on Scarlett Yates.
His eyes lingered on her face for a few seconds, appearing to smile but not quite, then he smiled, showing an expression of satisfaction.
Angela, referring to him as "inhuman," ran over to him with a flattering smile, making Scarlett Yates twitch her lips.
"Second young master, see, I wasn't wrong, right? Miss Yates looks much healthier, and she's gained some weight."
