Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?

"Matthew Saxon, wake up and stop immersing yourself in the world you’ve dreamed up. In reality, you not only wanted me, but you had to coax and deceive me into marrying you, so the idea of you not wanting me is non-existent."

Scarlett Yates dragged a chair to the bedside and sat down, unfazed by Matthew Saxon’s frowning and disdainful look at her.

Matthew Saxon sneered, "What thick skin."

"What’s so thick-skinned about it? We’re married, and I’m visiting my own husband. How is that thick-skinned? Matthew Saxon, I suppose George has told you everything he needed to. You surely don’t still suspect I’m deceiving you, do you?"

"Even if you’re not deceiving me, so what?"

He said lightly, "I still don’t remember you; to me, you’re still like a stranger."

Scarlett Yates curled her lips, smiling as she said, "It’s alright, you’ll remember soon."

"But before that, I don’t want to see you." He said against his will, clearly in a better mood upon seeing her, yet his face remained with an expression of disdain.

Scarlett Yates still looked indifferent, "Matthew Saxon, what you said is unfair. Just because you don’t remember me, you don’t want to see me, yet I still remember you."

"I haven’t forgotten you, even though you aren’t as likable right now, you’re still the Matthew Saxon I fell for. You want me to ignore and abandon you while you’re injured and hospitalized. Sorry, I can’t do that."

What she said was not wrong at all.

For him to make such a demand when she hadn’t lost her memory was indeed unfair.

But it was laughable for her to be asking for fairness from him; did she think a few words could change his mind?

"I’m sorry for forgetting you, but Scarlett Yates, if I’m that important to you, shouldn’t you consider my feelings more?"

"I don’t want to see you right now. Seeing you makes me feel bad, and a bad mood hinders my recovery. You’re visiting me under the guise of concern, but in reality, you’re harming me."

Having been infuriated by him to death once before, this time, Scarlett Yates remained much calmer, no longer easily provoked by a few words.

After listening, she gave a faint smile, then a regretful one, "Sorry about that, but I’ve decided to cling to you. If you really don’t want to see me, then just close your eyes."

"You..." Matthew Saxon was exasperated, his Peach Blossom Eyes narrowing, a flash of fury shooting through his deep, captivating eyes.

This woman’s thick skin was exceptional, utterly devoid of dignity, being rejected to such an extent and still shamelessly staying.

He suddenly realized that no matter how harsh his words were, they might not have any effect anymore.

Her determination was clear on her face, no matter what he said, she was determined to stay, intent on clinging to him.

"I just asked the doctor, and he said your cast can be removed tomorrow." Scarlett Yates blinked, swiftly changing the subject to his leg injury.

Before Matthew Saxon could respond, she leisurely continued, "Your wounds aren’t severe either; they’ve all scarred. If your leg heals, you can basically be discharged from the hospital."

"But my dad won’t let you leave."

"Scarlett Yates, what exactly are you trying to say?" he interrupted her.