Chapter 1383: How Much Longer Can She Endure?
Does he really care about the woman beside him? Obviously not.
The woman he brought home, he can’t even remember her name, nor can he recall what she looks like.
Everything is just to provoke Scarlett Yates.
He wants to show her that as long as he desires, countless women would be willing to climb into his bed.
days a year, if he pleases, he can change women every day.
As for Scarlett Yates, she means nothing.
Didn’t she want each to live their own lives? So, he would let her know that without her, his life would only be more vibrant.
He told himself the same thing in his heart.
Just a woman, even if there’s some genuine affection, how important could it be?
If love is a poison, then he would wean himself off it.
No matter how strong the addiction, no matter how hard to quit, if there’s determination, what can’t be achieved?
To him, Scarlett Yates was such a poison, and he secretly resolved to wean off her. In the future, he couldn’t let a woman dictate his emotions any longer.
"You want me to apologize to her?" His fingers sunk into the soft palm, but the sting couldn’t compare to the pain in his heart.
The needle that pierced her heart was pulled out and then thrust back in with more force.
This time, it pierced directly into the softest part of her heart, and immediately, blood flowed.
And Matthew Saxon was the invisible hand.
Once the closest person, now using the cruelest way to hurt her.
Olly said today that Matthew Saxon wasn’t a reckless man, but she ultimately didn’t understand the man before her.
When he’s ruthless, he’s truly ruthless.
Both bad and ruthless, he even smiled while hurting her.
Scarlett Yates wondered how much longer she could endure?
Now, he’s not only indifferent to her, but he’s also bringing women home.
He broke the last boundary in her heart.
She could tolerate a lot of things, but she couldn’t tolerate his infidelity, his betrayal.
Matthew Saxon pulled the woman beside him into his arms, raised an eyebrow, and looked at her coldly: "Scared her, shouldn’t you apologize?"
"If..." Scarlett Yates smirked, her pale cheeks looking even more haggard under the dim light. Her lips cracked slightly, and the dryness made the lip lines very apparent: "What if I don’t apologize, what are you going to do?"
Matthew Saxon’s eyes darkened: "You refuse to apologize?"
Scarlett Yates let out a light laugh, her gaze turning to the woman in his arms with disdain and contempt, speaking every word clearly: "You want me to apologize to the mistress in your arms? Sorry, I can’t do that."
"If your reason for apology is that I scared her, can I say that the woman you brought scared me too?"
"In the dead of night, she’s got her hair down, a face as pale as a ghost, and dressed in red. Comparatively, she’s even more frightening. Moreover, I not only got scared, but I’ll have a psychological shadow from now on, shouldn’t I also demand compensation for mental distress from her?"
Finally hearing Scarlett Yates’s voice, the woman in red was surprised.
She originally thought Scarlett Yates had an easygoing personality and that’s why she could endure so much, but now it seemed she was actually confronting Matthew Saxon.
Her assertive attitude didn’t seem like a woman who isn’t favored.
If it were another woman, she might have the backing of a respectable family, but it’s said that this Young Madam Saxon came from a very ordinary background.