Chapter 1362: What’s Wrong With You?
From the moment he discovered her, his gaze never left her.
Seeing the snow accumulating on her more and more, Matthew Saxon’s expression turned colder and colder.
How long does she plan to stay there? Is she really planning to freeze herself into a cold?
Perhaps his anger was too intense, as Scarlett Yates, who was focused on digging, suddenly raised her head and met his gaze directly.
The two locked eyes for a moment, and Matthew’s first reaction was surprisingly to find a place to hide, to avoid her seeing him.
As he thought this, he had already turned to leave, but after just a couple of steps, he paused with a frown.
Why should he hide?
He wasn’t doing anything shameful.
Was he worried she’d misunderstand that he was spying?
But why should he be concerned? It was she who wanted his attention; in this situation, it should be her feeling guilty.
He had never deliberately avoided any woman before, but now, like a coward, he had such ridiculous thoughts.
He must have been possessed, acting so out of character.
These repeated strange behaviors put Matthew Saxon in a foul mood, and thinking that his bizarre changes were all because of Scarlett Yates made him even more frustrated.
With a cold face, he turned back to the window, looked down, and saw Scarlett still there.
This time, she wasn’t using a shovel to dig, but rather took something out from a bag and sprinkled it over the freshly dug area.
What on earth is this woman up to?
Her series of actions were bizarre, with not a trace of normalcy.
After a ten-hour flight, feeling exhausted and sleepy, instead of resting at home, she had the energy to mess around.
"Scarlett Yates, what are you doing?" Matthew Saxon opened the window, and the cold wind immediately rushed in, snowflakes slapping his face.
The temperature difference between inside and outside was astronomical; standing indoors, Matthew could feel more clearly just how low it was outside.
The wind was bone-chilling, seeping right through the pores, chilling him from head to toe in an instant, causing his whole body to shiver.
He wasn’t someone who couldn’t withstand the cold, yet he felt the wind was excessively piercing.
She had already been outside for some time, and in weather this cold, any normal person would have found a warm place to hide. Yet she remained squatting there, tinkering with those inexplicable things.
This inexplicable woman, what on earth is she up to?
Upon hearing Matthew Saxon’s voice, Scarlett Yates paused her actions and slowly raised her head.
Her chin was pointed, and as she lifted it slightly, it formed a gentle and enchanting curve.
Her face, devoid of any makeup, was pure and lovely, not an outstanding beauty, yet possessing a subtle, intriguing charm.
Regardless of the angle, she offered a pleasing, comfortable sight, but her complexion wasn’t great, being coldly pale, lips also tinged white, appearing bloodless.
Matthew Saxon, unable to watch any longer, saw her frozen in such a state yet still refusing to go back inside. His anger ignited, burning in his eyes until they turned red: "What madness are you up to?"