Chapter 1350: How Could She Possibly Still Be Alive
"If I really called Little Tail in a dream, it was only because I was acting in a play within that dream, nothing more."
At this moment, she understood everything.
No wonder that after waking up, she found herself being held by him.
No wonder she felt that his attitude had suddenly improved greatly.
No wonder he was so close to her, letting her sleep on his shoulder and covering her with a blanket.
All the doubts in her heart were now crystal clear.
Everything was because of that little girl called Little Tail.
Even after so many years, Little Tail still held a significant place in his heart, a place more important than she could have imagined.
If Maxwell Saxon clung to a memory and refused to let go as an act of obsession, what about him?
Wasn’t Matthew Saxon also holding onto memories from over a decade ago?
Having figured some things out, her heart felt a sense of disappointment, deep disappointment.
In his heart, what did she truly mean?
He kept the memory of Little Tail for over ten years and never forgot, but what about her?
"Is what you said true?" His hot gaze shone from those Phoenix Eyes without blinking, his handsome eyebrows slightly furrowed, eyes holding a hint of probing and skepticism, as if he didn’t quite believe her words.
He scrutinized her.
Those probing eyes lingered on her face for a moment, brow furrowing even tighter: "Scarlett Yates, are you lying to me?"
"Why would I lie to you?" Scarlett couldn’t help but laugh coldly, "If I really wanted to deceive you, I should have taken advantage of your memory loss and told you I am Little Tail; wouldn’t that be better?"
Matthew Saxon was stunned for a moment and fell silent.
She was right; if she truly wanted to deceive him, she would have directly told him she was Little Tail.
Those elongated Phoenix Eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze towards her changed from eagerness to skepticism, and then to disappointment.
How could he not be disappointed?
The place that had been dark for over a decade was rekindled with hope because of a few of her words spoken in her sleep.
He wholeheartedly believed that perhaps his Little Tail was truly alive.
He thought that even if Scarlett Yates wasn’t Little Tail, she should know something related to Little Tail.
The greater his hope was, the deeper his disappointment became.
In those captivating Peach Blossom Eyes, the flame of hope was extinguished in an instant, and the dazzling eyes turned dim.
His face and eyes were filled with the word disappointment, and in a matter of seconds, his entire mood dropped.
This sense of disappointment and low spirits was without any disguise, directly displayed before her.
The person feeling disappointed and down wasn’t just him; Scarlett Yates also felt disappointed in her heart.
She felt she couldn’t even compare to a little girl from his memories.
Little Tail was dead, yet she lived forever in his heart.
While she, a living person of flesh and blood, was completely forgotten by him.
How could her heart not feel aggrieved, not feel sad, not feel disappointed?
Having failed to extract the hoped-for information from her, Matthew Saxon’s face was filled with disappointment, his gaze unwilling to linger any longer on her, turning his head to look at the vast sea of clouds outside the window, voice low and dejected: "I understand, I have nothing left to ask, it was my wishful thinking to imagine Little Tail might still be alive."
"How could she still be alive."
He seemed to be sighing, seeming to be mocking himself, recalling that dark day, his tone turned much more sorrowful: "I watched her being swept into the sea with my own eyes, and in just a few seconds, she was gone."