Chapter 1344: Who Sleeps Like You
"Alright, if there’s anything you need me to do for you, please feel free to ask." After speaking, the flight attendant left, leaving the area to them.
Scarlett Yates slept very soundly.
After a short while, very soft snoring sounds began to emerge again.
Matthew Saxon snapped back to reality and looked down at her for a while, and as he continued to watch, his gaze became increasingly conflicted.
Just now, he had actually wanted to kiss her.
She hadn’t done anything to entice him, nor had she said any flirtatious or teasing words, and she wasn’t even dressed provocatively. Yet simply by quietly nestling in his embrace, she could easily stir his heart.
Keeping her close was always dangerous.
But if she were to truly fall into another man’s arms, he couldn’t tolerate that either.
She had become a dilemma; no matter what choice he made, it seemed like it wasn’t the wisest one.
Once again, Matthew Saxon sighed lightly, as if troubled, murmuring, "Nothing in this world is irreplaceable; the earth won’t stop turning because someone is missing, and I don’t absolutely need you. But I really don’t want to hand you over to someone else right now, so..."
Pausing for a few seconds, his deep, dark eyes flickered, his gaze gradually deepening and inscrutable, staring at her for a while more. He sighed again, smirked softly, and said in a low voice, "You mustn’t betray me. As long as you don’t betray me, if you really want to stay by my side, then stay."
Although he spoke these words to her, she couldn’t hear them, and even if she could, she wouldn’t remember what he said.
At this moment, Scarlett Yates was dreaming.
She dreamed again of that hot summer, the blindingly bright sun, wearing a floral dress, chasing after a luxurious little car. The car was speeding, and she ran and ran, but no matter how fast she ran, she could never catch up.
The car seemed as if it would never stop.
She kept chasing, her legs almost giving out, yet she was still more than ten meters away from the car.
In the sweltering summer, under the scorching sun, she was running, both tired and hot...
Matthew Saxon saw her uncomfortable frowning, and sweat emerged on her forehead. To make her sleep more comfortably, he adjusted the seat to a reclining position, grabbed a blanket to wrap around her, and cradled her horizontally in his arms, intending to place her on the seat.
But Scarlett Yates seemed to sense his intention. Before he could lay her down, she gripped his chest tightly with one hand while wrapping her other arm tightly around his waist, clinging to him like a sloth, unwilling to move away.
Matthew Saxon furrowed his brow and tried to pry her hand away.
Though she was drunk, her strength was considerable. The more he tried to pry her hand open, the tighter she clung.
"Scarlett Yates, let go. Who sleeps like this?" Matthew tried twice to pry her off, saw how adamantly she refused to let go, furrowed his brow again, but slowly relaxed his hand.
Despite her strength, he truly didn’t want to be ensnared by her, yet how could he claim to have no way to free himself?
He was simply reluctant to forcibly push her away, seeing how much she relied on him.
"No... you... don’t go." Scarlett’s body suddenly shifted, rubbing her face against his chest, her face scrunched up, lips tightly bitten, and hands gripping the buttons of his shirt.