Chapter 709
Apart from shame, there was also a sense of relief, like a weight long pressing down on her heart had suddenly been lifted.
Alexis Denton was that enormous weight on her heart.
She should have been happy, but felt a sadness within.
What does it matter that the misunderstanding is cleared? There are still greater issues unresolved between them.
His mother’s death, her parents’ car accident, like barriers impossible to cross standing between them.
“Do you believe me now?” Matthew Saxon seemed quite cheerful, an amused smile gracing his lips, his captivating eyes holding a teasing glint, “If you feel guilty and want to make up to me, my demands aren’t high p>
His smoldering gaze swept across her delicate lips, and he chuckled devilishly: “Just a kiss will suffice as compensation p>
Scarlett Yates flushed and spat at him: “You scoundrel p>
“Scoundrel? I like that title.” He reached out his large hand, pulling her into his embrace, “At least I’m not Mr. Saxon anymore p>
He desperately wanted to hit someone every time she called him Mr. Saxon.
The familiar embrace carried the scent she loved.
For a moment, Scarlett Yates really wished not to hold back, following only her heart to make decisions.
But humans are beings that think and ponder, how can anyone truly live just as they wish?
Life is filled with so many inevitable regrets.
If Roy Saxon hadn’t harbored feelings for her mother, if Naomi Dougla hadn’t been depressed knowing Roy Saxon had another attachment and eventually took her own life due to severe depression, if the man who admired Naomi Dougla hadn’t blamed her mother for Naomi’s death and orchestrated the car crash, how wonderful that would be.
But what has already happened cannot be changed.
Her parents died in a car crash, his mother committed suicide by jumping due to depression, those are unchangeable facts.
Scarlett Yates felt her eyes heat up, an urge to cry.
She took a deep breath, memorizing his scent, then clenched her teeth, gently pushed him away.
Matthew Saxon was taken aback, raised his eyebrows: “What, you’re still unwilling to forgive me p>
Scarlett Yates didn’t know how to respond.
Should she tell him the truth?
Tell him that his mother’s death actually has a connection with her mother, let him know that Roy Saxon arranged their childhood betrothal just to fulfill his own dream.
She couldn’t say it.
She wondered, if knowing the truth would cause Matthew Saxon to hate her.
No matter what, she could very well imagine that once Matthew Saxon knew these things, it would absolutely be impossible for them to be together.
Such deep grievances, involving the life and death of closest kin, no one can just ignore it.
Even if many years have passed since then, it’s still impossible to overlook.
“I’m sorry, I now realize I misunderstood you, I apologize, I shouldn’t have called you a cheat, or said you’re disgusting, in short, I’m really sorry.” She retreated from his embrace, hid the sorrow in her eyes, wore a polite smile, spoke with a somewhat formal tone, unconsciously creating distance between them.
Matthew Saxon immediately sensed this intentional distant politeness.
His brows furrowed bit by bit: “Scarlett Yates, you know I don’t need your apology p>