Chapter 786

The thief saw that she was about to catch up and panicked, turning around to kick her, the kick landing directly on Scarlett Yates’ chest.

This kick was ruthless. The thief intended to knock her down so she wouldn’t be able to get back up, and as the kick landed, Scarlett’s face immediately turned pale, and she fell heavily to the ground.

The thief quickly disappeared around the corner of the street.

Cold sweat broke out on Scarlett Yates’ forehead, she was in so much pain she couldn’t speak a complete sentence.

“Stupid woman.” A cold voice came from above.

Scarlett Yates endured the pain to lift her head. In her blurred vision, a tall, slender figure flickered before her eyes, and suddenly her body felt light as it was picked up by the shadow.

A warm and familiar embrace p>

Scarlett Yates suddenly felt an urge to cry.

She didn’t know what to say, sniffed, and choked out, “Bag, my bag p>

Her face was already pale as it was, yet she still cared about her broken bag.

Matthew Saxon suddenly got angry and lowered his head to scold coldly, “In a crowded place, not aware at all, looking like you’ve lost your soul. If not stealing from you, who else p>

The broadcast was done at his request.

He wanted to find her; the mall was crowded, and that was the fastest way.

Matthew Saxon doesn’t even know what he’s doing?

He had already decided, to no longer care for her, to act as if she was dead.

During the past month, he had indeed done it.

But as she appeared again, his gaze could no longer leave her.

Even though he thought she was despicable and hateful, he couldn’t help but pay attention to her.

When she left the restaurant, he felt the place became dull instantly, losing any meaning to stay.

And the little model who accompanied him had no desire in his eyes at all.

Earlier, when she was ruthlessly kicked by the thief and fell to the ground with a pale face, clutching her chest, for that moment, Matthew Saxon almost couldn’t hear the sound of his heartbeat.

His heart seemed to stop beating.

He pathetically realized he still cared about this woman.

Even if she said she had never loved him.

All Scarlett Yates’ sadness and grievances poured out like a flood at this instant.

She didn’t cry at the moment her bag was stolen.

When kicked hard while chasing the thief, she also didn’t cry.

But in Matthew Saxon’s arms, the tears couldn’t stop, falling one by one.

It felt like his presence deepened the pain that kick brought her tenfold; her chest hurt more and more, so painful she couldn’t help but cry.

Why was he here?

Wasn’t he with his new lover? Why didn’t that woman follow him here?

Scarlett Yates had so many questions in her mind, but at this moment, she didn’t want to ask anything.

She just realized how much she missed this warm and familiar embrace, missed it to the point she never wanted to leave his arms.

She cried buried in his embrace, her pale little face wet with tears, soaking through his shirt.

Matthew Saxon looked down at her tear-filled face, his expression complex.

He should never care for her anymore.

That night, he told himself, from now on, her life or death has nothing to do with him.

His long narrow phoenix eyes squinted slightly. His gaze showed a conflicted and complex look — resentment, anger, hatred, but also heartache and worry.