When Maxwell Saxon was mentioned, Matthew Saxon's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of coldness flitting through them, but quickly changed to a roguish smile, lifting his brows frivolously.
Scarlett Yates felt as if knives were twisting in her heart, helplessly and bitterly pulling at the corners of her lips.
Matthew's sharp and caustic sarcasm towards her was also her own doing.
All the pain was self-inflicted; who else could she blame?
Maxwell Saxon had no idea she had come to Z City.
She only said she liked Maxwell as a deception towards Matthew; they were not a real couple, so she certainly had no need to inform the other party.
But she couldn't say that to Matthew.
Under normal circumstances, wouldn't a wounded woman need the comfort of her beloved the most at this moment?
If she refused, wouldn't it seem very abnormal?
