Chapter 103
“Even you think I’m pitiful?” He curled his lips in a cold sneer.
“How could you be pitiful.” Scarlett didn’t want to anger him, so she flattered him against her will, “You grew up with a golden spoon in your mouth, you get what you want, have wealth, power, status, and a good appearance. Heaven has given you all the best things; people envy you too much to feel pity p>
She said these words, not just to flatter him, but also partly out of sincerity.
She always thought Matthew Saxon’s life was too good, so good that it would make many people envious and jealous.
How much good fortune must have been accumulated in a past life to be reborn with such a privileged birth?
Even if desires in love are unmet, it can’t be considered a major setback.
Moreover, she doesn’t think Alice Green has no feelings at all for Matthew Saxon. That pair of eyes filled with hostility when looking at her reveals many problems.
Matthew let out a cold laugh again and looked at her disdainfully, “Scarlett Yates, don’t keep blinking when you lie. Do you think everyone is as dumb as you p>
Did he see through her lie?
Scarlett was a little surprised, to have her thoughts so easily seen through was quite frightening.
Especially since he noticed her little quirks when lying. It was all the more terrifying.
Since she was little, she would blink uncontrollably when she lied; people who’ve spent a lot of time with her gradually noticed this.
But for someone like Matthew Saxon, who hadn’t spent much time with her, to notice such a habit was remarkable; he truly had keen observation skills.
She had thought his only abilities were partying and flirting with women.
But what did he mean by likening her to being dumb?
Scarlett frowned, unhappy, “Trying to comfort you and you insult me, I shouldn’t have bothered with you p>
He snorted coldly, turned his head away, his voice cold and indifferent, “I don’t need your comfort, don’t misplace your overflowing sympathy p>
This insufferable and annoying man.
Scarlett really wanted to turn and walk away; even a moment with Matthew makes her want to hit someone.
Only with a hard punch to his hateful yet beautiful face could she relieve her anger,
but she dared not act on this impulse, and could only swallow her fury in silence.
Matthew closed his eyes again, his voice still cold but with a hint of fatigue, “I want to be alone, you don’t need to stay here p>
Want her to leave?
Scarlett couldn’t have been happier, she immediately patted herself clean and stood up, “Young Master, then I won’t disturb you p>
Privately, when no one was around, she always addressed him this way.
After all, their agreement was limited to pretending to be affectionate in public; privately, they went their separate ways, indifferent to each other.
After speaking, Scarlett retraced her steps.
After walking for a while, she stopped again, unable to resist turning back for a look.
Actually, she herself didn’t know why she wanted to look back.
To look back at the self-righteous, arrogant fellow.
On the bench under the camphor tree, Matthew still had his eyes closed, slightly raising his head, the fragmented sunlight casting on his deep, sculpted features.
His brows, his eyes, seemed like ink strokes, rendered with solitude between them, his thin lips pressed into a cold curve.
The breeze gently stirred.