"Can you lend me some money?" She had no choice but to ask him for help as she walked out of the hospital, penniless.
If she wanted to go back to the restaurant, she would need money, whether it was for a taxi or a bus.
"Where do you want to go?" Matthew Saxon's attitude towards her was still icy cold.
It seemed like he didn't really want to see her, much less talk to her, with his brows furrowed and an expression of impatience on his face.
"I still need to go back and find Stella." Scarlett Yates let out a few bitter laughs in her heart.
She knew how dissatisfied and disdainful he was towards her, but seeing him display it so obviously still made her feel uncomfortable.
It was as if someone was tugging at her heart, not with much force, yet causing a dull pain that was hard to bear.
Her breathing also became labored along with it.
Heavy, stuffy, as if something was blocking her throat. She had to take a deep breath to push the block in her throat up and out.
