Chapter 93
The scratches she had given him still faintly ached; Matthew Saxon’s old wounds hadn’t yet healed, and now he bore fresh marks.
The bright red scratches were glaring, as if reminding him what had just transpired.
Scarlett Yates’ last mutterings had only added fuel to the fire, provoking his anger further.
He stood by the bathtub, his face somber, his gaze cold, “Very good, your courage is growing p>
She snorted coldly, “That’s thanks to you, Young Master p>
Her hands were tightly bound, tied behind her back, and soon her limbs were aching and sore.
She cursed inwardly, barbarian, bastard, lustful rogue.
How could there be such a loathsome and hateful man in the world, and she had to encounter him?
Matthew Saxon chuckled coldly, nodded, “Since I have fattened your courage, it’s only right that I give you another lesson p>
He turned on the bathtub’s water p>
Water slowly filled the tub, Scarlett Yates’ body becoming gradually immersed, until she was fully submerged in the chilling water p>
As the water level rose higher, reaching her chin, he showed no sign of stopping.
Was he really going to drown her over such minor grievances?
Scarlett Yates panicked, “Matthew Saxon, what are you trying to do p>
Was he mad? If he didn’t stop, she would be completely submerged.
Matthew Saxon glanced at her coldly, “Afraid so soon p>
Weren’t you bold just now? Provoking me repeatedly, arrogant and domineering.
Her face turned pale, eyes frantically glancing down, her breathing intense, voice trembling, “Young Master, you… you wouldn’t truly want to kill me, would you p>
Her trembling voice betrayed the fear she couldn’t suppress.
Matthew Saxon smirked, “Weren’t you just clamoring for a swift end? I’ve fulfilled your wish, aren’t you happy p>
“Not happy, not happy at all p>
The water had already passed her chin, nearly reaching her lips.
Scarlett Yates was sweating coldly, seeing herself about to be submerged, she abandoned any supposed dignity, immediately capitulated, “Young Master, I was only joking with you earlier, please don’t stoop to my level, let me go p>
Matthew Saxon didn’t move, raised an eyebrow, “Oh? So you admit you were wrong p>
“I’m wrong, I’m wrong.” Scarlett Yates nodded desperately, fearing he hadn’t seen.
He raised his eyebrows slightly again, “And in the future p>
She hastily promised, “I’ll never dare to anger the Young Master again p>
“And if you make another mistake p>
She closed her eyes, adopting a resigned attitude, “If I make another mistake, Young Master can torment and ravage me however he wishes, I will definitely not resist p>
He hesitated, his expression slightly changing, regarded her with disdain, “You think too highly of yourself p>
This woman was skilled at playing tricks, knowing he wouldn’t really do anything to her, hence she dared to say such things.
He had absolutely no interest in this weak and scrawny woman.
Yet his gaze involuntarily drifted towards the bathtub.
Except for her head, Scarlett Yates’ body was entirely submerged in the water.
The white shirt clung wetly to her skin, her long hair spread like seaweed, gently moving on the water’s surface.
Underwater, she truly resembled a beautiful mermaid.