Chapter 119
She wasn’t sleeping deeply, caught between dream and reality.
In a strange place, her body hadn’t fully adjusted, so her sleep was naturally not good either.
Suddenly, Scarlett Yates felt someone watching her.
An intense gaze fell on her face, refusing to move away for a long time.
Such a strong gaze was pricklier than the burning sunlight outside, and even in her dreams, she couldn’t ignore it.
Unable to continue sleeping peacefully, she abruptly opened her eyes.
“Ah~!” As her eyelids lifted, Scarlett saw a black silhouette standing by the bed.
Tall, slender, and lofty, yet exuding a cold aura.
The curtains were drawn, making the room akin to night. She had only turned on the dimmest lamp before sleeping, and its faint orange light couldn’t truly illuminate anything.
The slender black silhouette was not clear, only a vague outline could be seen.
Terrified, she screamed loudly, instinctively grabbing the pillow in her hand and throwing it at the shadow while simultaneously jumping out of bed from the other side.
She steadied herself and looked at the vague silhouette, a layer of cold sweat dotting her tense forehead, “Who are you p>
The shadow extended a long arm and caught the pillow thrown at him.
He slowly walked to the bedhead, closest to the lamp.
In the dim orange lamp light, the shadow’s hazy outline gradually became clearer.
The light revealed an extraordinarily handsome face, as beautiful as a painting.
Long, slender phoenix eyes, with slightly raised corners that could enchant souls.
At this moment, these eyes contained a playful smile, steadfastly watching her.
Scarlett’s drifting heart suddenly dropped back into place upon seeing the handsome man on the opposite side of the bed. Confirming she wasn’t dreaming, she indignantly complained, “Second Young Master, you’re trying to scare someone to death, silent like a ghost p>
Actually, she wanted to ask why he was here.
Wasn’t he supposed to be enjoying pleasure with that woman?
Could it be she’s been asleep for a long time?
On the wall beside her was a clock, its second hand making a very light sound as it moved.
Scarlett turned her head to look; she’d only been asleep for two hours.
Hmm, is the sun about to rise from the west?
The Saxon Family’s Second Young Master returned after mixing with his new love for just two hours?
She felt surprised, doubting if she was mistaken. With a snap, she turned on the lamp and stared at the person opposite for a good while before finally confirming it was indeed Matthew Saxon.
Matthew Saxon was looking at her with a peculiar gaze.
Scarlett couldn’t quite say what was strange, but when he looked at her this way, her previously calm heart felt as if a stone had been thrown into it, suddenly stirring ripples.
Her heartbeat instantly skipped two beats.
His eyes were firmly fixed on her, the ambiguous gaze lingered for a while, ultimately falling on her delicate face.
Her freshly washed hair was blow-dried, fluffy and soft, cascading down her shoulders.
Just having woken up, her cheeks retained the rosy flush of slumber, like tender flower petals.
Her face was devoid of any makeup, her bare-skinned visage fresh and charming, like a lily with morning dew.
She wore a knee-length dress as refreshingly white as her complexion, styled simply and conservatively, made from cotton.
The somewhat old-fashioned design held a unique appeal on her.