Chapter 1333: Why Are You Crying?
After a cacophony of noises, Scarlett Yates finally heard the voice she longed for: "What do you need me for?"
His voice came through the radio, deep and alluring, carrying a magnetic and sensual quality that could enchant anyone.
Some describe a man’s voice as pleasing, saying it’s a voice that can make ears pregnant.
Scarlett Yates felt that using this phrase to describe Matthew Saxon was quite apt.
The moment he spoke, her heartbeat went astray.
"Can’t I look for you without a reason?" The wind blew stronger and louder, rattling the windows. Scarlett Yates felt a bit cold and closed the window before turning to walk to the bed, lazily leaning against the headboard.
Silence...
After a few seconds, Matthew Saxon’s voice, flat and devoid of emotion, reached her ears again: "You’ve been crying, why?"
Scarlett Yates was taken aback.
"Who cried? I didn’t cry." She touched the still-moist traces of tears on her eyes, vehemently denying it.
"Do you think I would believe you? Adjust your emotions before lying; your voice is filled with grievance the moment you speak. Do you think I’d believe you?"
"I..."
"So, was it Maxwell Saxon who upset you, or Noah Yates?"
"I..."
"Don’t say anything yet, let me guess. Maxwell Saxon sees you as a precious gem. I don’t think he’d upset you. Only you might upset him. So...is it Noah Yates who did something that displeased you?"
Scarlett Yates remained silent.
Admittedly, it’s hard for her to hide anything from Matthew Saxon.
He always easily saw through her thoughts.
It was like this before, and it is still like this now.
"So, did I guess right?" His voice sounded lazy and indifferent, "Then let me guess again, Noah Yates brought up the topic of marrying Maxwell Saxon. You must have refused, but he insists. You feel he hasn’t considered you as a daughter; he only sees benefits. You’re very upset in your heart, disappointed, and aggrieved. At this time, you really want to find someone to talk to, but thinking it over, you couldn’t find a suitable person, so you called me."
"Even though I’ve lost my memory and am different from before, at times like this, you still trust me the most."
"Scarlett Yates, is my analysis correct?"
Scarlett Yates squeezed the phone tightly, a bitter smile formed at the corner of her lips.
He wasn’t just right, but his guess penetrated her thoughts intricately.
Even some things she hadn’t yet perceived were analyzed by him.
Yes, why did she choose this moment to call him? Was it just to hear his voice?
He was right, she was merely hurt and upset inside, wanting to find the person she trusted most to confide in.
And Matthew Saxon was the person she trusted most.
His understanding of her was profound.
"Matthew Saxon, is career really so important to you men, important enough to surpass everything?"
"For most men, it is like that."
"Then what about you? Is career above everything for you too?" Having finished speaking, she almost held her breath waiting for his reply.
A light chuckle came from the other side: "Scarlett Yates, don’t all you women hope that men see you as the most important thing?"