Chapter 735

And clearly, in Easton Reed’s mind, the person backing him must be much more formidable; otherwise, he wouldn’t dare to do this.

“What’s he doing with these things?” He asked, though he knew it was a pointless question. A woman like Softy was just a tool being used, and Easton Reed would never reveal his true motives to her.

As expected, Softy said she didn’t know.

“Since you don’t dare offend him, why not do as he says?” Matthew Saxon put on his coat, squinting slightly as he observed Softy.

This woman had a face that appeared very harmless.

In this regard, she was very much like Scarlett Yates.

But looking harmless doesn’t mean one truly is harmless.

Whether her words were true or not was questionable.

Softy’s face, already crimson with shyness, turned even redder after Matthew Saxon asked this question.

She bit her lip tightly, eyes downcast, her long lashes trembling lightly with nervousness as she clenched her small hands: “I, I don’t want to harm Mr. Saxon. I think Mr. Saxon is a good person p>

A good person?

Matthew Saxon couldn’t help but laugh.

It was the first time someone had described him that way.

He curled his lips, chuckling as he asked, “What makes you think I’m a good person p>

Softy blushed as she stammered, “Softy met Mr. Saxon for the first time last night. Softy doesn’t really know what kind of person Mr. Saxon is, but Softy trusts her intuition. From the first glance, Softy felt you were different from them p>

By “them,” she meant the other men who were with Matthew Saxon last night.

Matthew Saxon laughed again, “How so different? Aren’t we all just out for some fun and pleasure p>

Softy shook her head vigorously, quickly denying, “No, Softy knows Mr. Saxon came to such a place because he’s in a bad mood, but they aren’t. They’re really just out for fun and pleasure p>

“So tell me, why am I in a bad mood p>

Matthew Saxon found this woman somewhat intriguing.

Maybe it was because he was too bored, or maybe it was because something about this woman reminded him of Scarlett, compelling him to pay a little more attention.

Softy bit her lip and thought seriously for a while, her eyes flickering with hesitance.

There was a hint of nervousness in her eyes.

“What, afraid to say it? No matter what you guess, I won’t get mad. Go ahead.” Matthew Saxon stared at the blush on her face and couldn’t help but think of Scarlett. Thinking of this woman made his gaze darken.

He once mocked others for not being carefree about feelings.

But what about now? He found himself thinking of her again.

When he decided to let go, he intended to forget about her altogether.

From her, he realized that feelings were troublesome things.

Letting go of such troublesome things might be better.

Returning to his previous life, what’s wrong with that? A life without strings attached is the life Matthew Saxon should have.

Being emotionally attached to a woman, feeling heartache for a woman—that’s not like him.

But if he could truly be so carefree, so quick to forget her, he wouldn’t have gotten drunk last night.

Softy lifted her blushing face, looking at him with pitiful eyes: “If Softy didn’t guess wrong, Mr. Saxon is troubled by emotional matters, right p>

“Last night, Mr. Saxon called out a woman’s name after getting drunk. I guess that woman must be someone Mr. Saxon really likes p>

As soon as she finished speaking, Softy noticed that Matthew Saxon’s expression clearly changed.