Chapter 1354: Old Habits Die Hard
Upon seeing this scene, Scarlett Yates’ face turned even colder, and she let out an almost imperceptible sneer from her nose, quickening her pace as she walked out.
"Mr. Saxon..." When Matthew Saxon walked by her side, the flight attendant called out coquettishly, extending her hand swiftly to shove a small note into Matthew Saxon’s suit pocket.
"Mr. Saxon, if you ever feel bored, remember to contact me. No matter the time, I can always make time for you." As she slid the note into Matthew Saxon’s coat pocket, the flight attendant’s soft, boneless hand lightly pinched his waist.
Matthew Saxon looked down at the fair little hand slipped into his bag and then lifted his head to give the flight attendant a smirk.
Just as Scarlett Yates couldn’t help but look back, she caught this scene in her view.
The flight attendant had a look of hesitation, her hand lingering on Matthew Saxon’s waist, and the smile on Matthew Saxon’s lips...
Old habits die hard!
A rush of blood went to Scarlett Yates’ head, and she bit her lip, letting out two sinister sneers through her clenched teeth.
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After exiting the airport,
once inside the car, Scarlett Yates sat in the furthest seat, her body almost pressed against the car door.
She didn’t want to say a single word to Matthew Saxon now.
No, not even half a word.
Many times, when he became insufferably obnoxious, making her extraordinarily angry, she would repeatedly use his memory loss as a means to comfort and console herself.
She kept telling herself she shouldn’t take things too seriously with a patient who’s lost his memory.
Everything would get better.
Once he regained his memory, he wouldn’t be like this anymore.
But sometimes, even such a reason couldn’t console her.
He might forget her, but his concern and attention for Little Tail had never changed, with or without memory loss.
Perhaps, even if he hadn’t lost his memory, his response would still be the same.
This was what she cared about the most.
As soon as Matthew Saxon got into the car, he noticed she deliberately kept her distance from him.
Her body was almost glued to the car door, displaying a demeanor that she didn’t want any interaction, nor did she want to be close to him.
His face, already three parts clouded, darkened by two more degrees.
He sat next to her, his narrow eyes dangerously narrowed, his thin lips pressed into a cold, hard line.
The temperature inside the car noticeably dropped.
With Matthew Saxon as the center, the surrounding air plummeted five to six degrees in mere seconds.
Unlike A Country’s perpetually spring-like good weather, when they took off from A Country, it was a bright and sunny day. But by the time they reached Z City, it had turned from spring to winter.
Outside the car window, snow was still falling.
Falling gently, like catkins floating down.
The car heater was on, and once inside, the warmth hit their faces. After just a few moments, the whole surrounding became cozy and warm.
But as soon as Matthew Saxon got into the car, Scarlett Yates felt that no matter how high the heater was set, it was useless.
He was like a human-shaped cooling machine, the kind with an exceptionally intense chill.
Without even looking at him, she knew he was angry. As soon as he sat next to her, it was like a gloomy, cold air settled there.
She should be the one upset and furious, so what was he angry for?
Just now, wasn’t he flirting quite happily with that flight attendant?
Scarlett Yates felt she had done nothing wrong; upright in her actions, she didn’t bother to find out why he was upset, directly regarding him as a puff of cold air to ignore.