Chapter 628
Why did he meddle and use it as an excuse to act like a rascal with her?
On the surface, it seemed like he was jealous, but she knew that wasn’t the real reason behind his actions.
His tasteless and rogue behavior stemmed from his inability to accept that she had so quickly developed feelings for someone else.
In his view, Matthew Saxon, being of noble birth and handsome appearance, thought that any woman who had been with him should be utterly infatuated with him. Even after a breakup, she should be miserable and heartbroken for three to five years, which would truly highlight the charm of Second Young Master Saxon.
As for her, she didn’t follow his expectations and quickly met someone new, something his pride could never accept.
She stepped back step by step, but the living room was only so large. As she retreated, she soon found herself with no way out.
Just two more steps back and she’d be against the cold, hard wall.
Matthew Saxon approached her leisurely, like viewing a small animal already under his control, with a confidently victorious smile on his slightly upturned lips.
The expression on his face silently communicated to her that she couldn’t escape and shouldn’t waste energy struggling.
As he drew nearer, his domineering aura, so overwhelming it was suffocating, closed in around her, trapping her in a tiny corner with nowhere to flee.
His scent filled the air she breathed.
She had no way out.
Scarlett Yates stared at the chest of his shirt, where two buttons had come undone, biting her lip in tension, full of wariness and fear.
She wondered what material those buttons were made of, each one shining brilliantly like a gemstone.
She thought, perhaps those buttons made to look like gemstones were indeed made of gemstones.
Although it sounded extravagantly luxurious, for people as wealthy as him, it wasn’t a big deal.
The second young master of the Saxon Family, Seymour, now the President, a man in possession of billions of dollars, what was it to wear a shirt with gemstone buttons?
This is the gap between her and him.
Even just one of those gemstones seemed lavishly expensive to her, indicative of the vast gulf separating them.
Whatever woman he desires, he can easily have.
Why wouldn’t he let her go? Just because his overwhelming superiority and arrogance wouldn’t allow her to move on so quickly?
“Matthew Saxon, what will it take for you to let me go?” she asked, biting her lip so tightly it turned white, breathing raggedly with tension as she looked up at him with a mix of anger and fear.
As brave as she was, in some aspects, she remained quite timid.
Like the current situation.
Trapped by him in a hotel room, she was eyed like prey.
He was a man.
When he looked at her with such an unabashed gaze, she couldn’t help but feel scared.
“Let you go?” He smirked, revealing an expression like he had just heard a joke, raising an eyebrow slightly, “I’ve said, I won’t let you go anymore p>
Hmph, let her go?
Let her go be lovey-dovey with that pretty boy named Yan?
He wasn’t generous enough to let the woman he liked be embraced by another man.
“We’re already broken up.” She didn’t know what to say, feeling that nothing could persuade him, so she kept reiterating this point.
“So what?” he raised an unconcerned eyebrow.
He reached out, lifting her chin, gazing down at her pale yet stunningly delicate face, his smile seductive, “Scarlett Yates, you are mine. No one can take you away from my side p>