Chapter 122: Don’t Say I Didn’t Give You a Chance
His slender fingers landed imperceptibly on her pointy chin, and he smiled beguilingly, "Oh? Kill me? Scarlett Yates, I’d love to see how you plan to do that."
"You self-righteous bastard, let me go, do you hear me? I have no interest in your bullshit wishes!"
Matthew Saxon raised an eyebrow, his Peach Blossom Eyes looking at her intently, as if probing, then smiled, "Hmm, you’re quite good at pretending."
She reached out to push him, but his body was as heavy as a boulder, and even though she used all her strength, he remained unmoved.
Matthew Saxon effortlessly held her restless little hand, smiling faintly, "Scarlett Yates, how long are you going to keep acting?"
This damn self-righteous jerk.
Does he really think she’s one of those women who fawn over him?
It’s unbelievable; what play-hard-to-get—what eye of his saw her playing hard to get?
She was so angry she almost wanted to vomit blood, glaring at him in fury, "Matthew Saxon, let me go!"
He acted like he didn’t hear her, raising an eyebrow, motionless, "Hypocritical woman, do you really want me to let you go?"