Chapter 138
The demon’s gloomy eyes deeply surveyed her, the light in them inching colder, until the final trace of warmth vanished.
His face was terrifyingly grim, his tyrannical gaze like storm clouds pressing down, suffocating her.
She didn’t know what she had said wrong.
Why was he so angry?
She always considered everything for him, yet why did he look at her with such a vicious gaze, as if she was unforgivable?
But she felt she wasn’t wrong.
He remained silent.
His large hand tightly grasped hers, squeezing with such force, it was as if he wanted to crush her whole hand.
She frowned at the pain, her face paled a bit, but she bit her lip, holding back from making a sound.
Her dark, lustrous eyes stubbornly glared at him, unwilling to concede, even though cold sweat broke out on her forehead from pain, she refused to beg him.
After a moment.
Matthew Saxon scoffed and curled his lips, “Fine, as you wish p>
The overwhelming force that almost destroyed her abruptly vanished.
He released her hand, his expression returned to normal, as if the person full of rage and icy glares earlier wasn’t him, but someone who merely resembled him.
Yet, those demonically slanted eyes remained cold, cold enough to feel devoid of any warmth.
His deep, pitch-black eyes stared seriously at her small face for a few seconds, then he scoffed with a laugh, “Scarlett Yates, you’re good p>
After dropping this inexplicable line, he turned and walked away.
A gust of wind blew from the sea, sweeping the scattered money on the ground everywhere.
“Wait.” Scarlett Yates suddenly shouted at the tall figure about to leave.
Matthew Saxon’s back stiffened, he stopped walking, without turning around, he coldly said, “What more do you want to say p>
“Second Young Master.” Scarlett Yates earnestly said to his back with some heartfelt meaning, “Littering everywhere is a bad habit, you should change it p>
Matthew Saxon’s back stiffened again.
The hand hanging at his side slowly formed into a fist.
He took a deep breath, his broad shoulders lifted slightly, seemingly infuriated by her.
Scarlett Yates felt a bit frightened, also a bit regretful.
She shouldn’t have been so talkative.
He wouldn’t turn around and beat her, would he?
She thought nervously watching the tightly clenched fist, cautiously glancing at it.
These hands could easily break a man’s wrist, surely these fists could pummel her half to death.
Alas, how could she not kick her shameless talking habit?
But Matthew Saxon didn’t turn around as she had expected.
He stood there for a few seconds, the tightly clenched fist slowly relaxed again, he didn’t say a word, took a long stride, and left.
He walked quickly, never looking back, and soon disappeared into the glow of the setting sun.
By evening, the sunlight no longer scorched as intensely.
The orange sunset glow spread over the shimmering sea, as if the evening clouds were etched into the ocean, breathtakingly beautiful.
The warm breeze gently caressed her cheeks, the wind carrying a warm, moist feeling.
The money scattered everywhere was thrown by Matthew Saxon.
The money Scarlett Yates had stuffed into his hand was disdainfully tossed to the ground by him.
Scarlett Yates slowly crouched down.
Looking at the money discarded like trash everywhere, she couldn’t help but sigh lightly, “What a prodigal son, how can someone just throw money on the ground p>