Chapter 787

“Does it hurt?” He frowned slightly, worry in his eyes, but his tone was cold.

Scarlett Yates didn’t make a sound, tears silently flowed down her face.

The kick was heavy; the pain in her chest couldn’t be ignored. The pain that was a five before, now felt like a ten because he was there.

Matthew Saxon looked at her pale face, pressed his lips tightly together. Anger flashed in his eyes—what he voiced though was blame: “You really have some guts, still daring to chase after him. Are you tired of living p>

Scarlett Yates didn’t respond.

At that moment, she didn’t think that much; she only wanted to get her bag back.

But she didn’t expect that the bag snatcher would be so brazen, attacking her in broad daylight.

Although she seemed okay on the surface, Matthew Saxon was still uneasy. He waved down a taxi and told the driver to head to the nearest hospital.

Once in the car, Matthew Saxon placed Scarlett Yates on one side of the seat.

The dizziness gradually faded. Seeing that Matthew Saxon’s intention was to accompany her to the hospital, Scarlett paused for a moment, thought for a few seconds, but couldn’t help but ask: “In the restaurant… the lady who was with you p>

She thought just now that the reason Matthew Saxon saw her being robbed was probably because he was shopping at the mall with his new flame.

Then coincidentally, he saw her being robbed.

As for why he would run out, why he would take her to the hospital, she dared not think it meant he still cared about her.

That night, the look in his eyes showed he was extremely disappointed in her.

“It’s none of your business.” He sneered, the tone unfriendly, turned his head, eyes cold, “You have time to worry about others, better worry more about yourself p>

His gaze was truly icy.

Cold enough to make Scarlett Yates shiver.

Scarlett Yates folded her arms tightly together, bit her lip and said: “You don’t have to accompany me to the hospital. I can go alone p>

“Your bag got snatched, are you sure you can go alone?” Before she finished, Matthew Saxon interrupted in a mocking tone, “Don’t think I really want to accompany you—just seeing you pitiful p>

He had said before, if they met again, they would be enemies.

Would he feel compassion for his enemy?

This is a man with a sharp tongue but a soft heart; if he truly hated her, truly wanted to treat her like an enemy, he wouldn’t care for her at all.

But he didn’t remain indifferent.

Even if his gaze and expression were as cold as ice now, Scarlett Yates still felt a hint of warmth.

Looking at the indifferent man accompanying her to the hospital, she truly couldn’t discern what kind of feeling this was.

Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty—all sorts of feelings surged in her heart.

She bit her lip tight: “No matter what, thank you p>

“Thank you?” Matthew Saxon sneered, eyes filled with sarcasm, his icy words like sharp knives stabbing her without mercy, “I don’t need such cheap words. I’ll give you the bill for what was used later, pay back what you owe p>

“Of course, I’ll repay you p>

He suddenly curled his lips into a smile, the sarcasm in his eyes more intense, “Do I need to inform your big brother? After all, your relationship is close; with you injured, he should be aware, or I can just ask him for the medical expenses. Anyway, he’d be quite willing to pay back for you p>