"Had a nightmare?" A hand reached for her forehead, wiping away the cold sweat.
Scarlett Yates was still a bit dazed. She opened her eyes to see Matthew Saxon's face, froze for a moment, and then dove into his arms, holding him tightly.
"What's wrong?" It's not every morning that he receives such a spontaneous embrace. Even though he was exhausted from a sleepless night, it seemed worth it.
He hoped for such a warm welcome every day.
Scarlett didn't speak; she just held him tightly.
Who knows what she dreamed about to be so scared, even after waking up, her body was still shaking.
"No matter how terrifying the nightmare, it's just a dream. Everything in dreams is fake, so what's there to fear?" Matthew gently patted her back to soothe her until Scarlett's body stopped trembling and her emotions gradually stabilized. Then he ruffled her hair and asked with a smile, "What did you dream about that scared you so much?"
Thankfully, it was just a dream.
