Chapter 1346: If She Were Still Alive
If he misheard the words Little Tail, then what about when she called him little brother?
His Little Tail used to call him that way.
Even the tone with which she called little brother was identical to his Little Tail’s.
He had considered the possibility that Little Tail might still be alive, but after searching for so long without success, the little hope remaining in his heart had gradually turned into despair over time.
Where in the world are there so many miracles?
If even the Saxon Family’s abilities couldn’t find a person, could there still be a chance she was alive?
Matthew Saxon’s long, narrow phoenix eyes squinted deeper, staring at the woman in his arms for a long time, his fingers gently landing at the corner of her eye dampened by tears, and slowly, a bit of extravagant hope arose in his heart.
Could it be possible that Little Tail never died at all?
Back then, they couldn’t find her after so long of searching, but could it be that she was swept ashore somewhere and saved by a kind person?
Just like when he was in a plane crash this time, many might have thought he was dead, but in fact, he had been rescued.
At that time, he was still young, hearing so many people say she had no chance of survival. After hearing it so often, he became more and more desperate, slowly accepting the fact that she was gone.
If Little Tail hadn’t died, if she was still alive, if she was Scarlett Yates...
Matthew Saxon’s lips trembled slightly twice, his eyes somewhat blurred and dazed, and those deeply buried memories, long untouched, surged into his mind like a tide.
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Scarlett Yates awoke from sleep , her head throbbing with pain.
Just as she moved, a hoarse voice quietly spoke above her, "You’re finally awake."
She had actually slept for seven hours.
In a few more hours, they would reach Z City.
During those seven hours, she was nestled in his arms. She slept well, finding various comfortable sleeping positions in his embrace, but his condition was not quite as good.
His arms were already numb, his legs too, and moving them caused excruciating pain.
Clearly, he could have just pushed her away.
He was bewitched by her, ending up as her human cushion for seven hours.
Scarlett Yates’ entire body stiffened, her hand on her temple also froze, stopping all movements, and blinked her eyes, frowning as she slowly raised her head.
The face above her was indeed Matthew Saxon’s face.
She stared at him blankly for a few seconds, then blinked again, her expression still confused, "Matthew Saxon?"
"If it’s not me, who else could it be? After sleeping so long, your intoxication hasn’t worn off?"
"I was drunk?" Groggy for a moment, she slowly remembered what had happened before, realizing why her head was hurting so much.
"What do you think? You cried and made a big scene and you still have the nerve to ask me." Matthew Saxon rubbed his brow, seemingly just awake, with a bit of drowsiness still lingering in his eyes, and lazily yawned.
She had cried and made a scene?
A warm and pleasant scent filled her nose. Scarlett Yates stared blankly at Matthew Saxon for a moment, then realized she was actually lying in his arms.
Her head rested on his chest, her hand clutching his shirt, and the other hand wrapped around his waist like an octopus.
He had draped a blanket over her body, leaving only her head exposed, and they were sharing one blanket.
Remembering those unpleasant memories from before, such intimacy made her feel uneasy. She lifted the blanket and, enduring her headache, crawled out of his arms.