"I already said, I am..." Scarlett Yates opened her mouth, ready to continue the lie, but upon meeting Matthew Saxon's scrutinizing gaze, she felt… that she couldn't continue.
She felt guilty, lacking confidence, feeling that no matter what she said or did, he could see right through her.
So, she closed her mouth again.
Matthew Saxon's voice sounded softly above her head, with emotions seemingly low, his voice deep and dull, "Forget it, if you don't want to say, I won't force you."
Her hair was still wet. Earlier, Matthew had only used a towel to help her dry it a bit, but then he got distracted, and the towel was thrown aside.
"I'll get the hairdryer, dry your hair before sleeping, otherwise you'll catch a cold."
He didn't seem to plan on continuing to question her refusal's true reason anymore, leaving the statement behind, and bypassing her as he got out of bed to fetch the hairdryer.
After a while, he returned with the hairdryer.
