Matthew Saxon led her to sit by the bed, plugged in the hairdryer, and carefully combed her hair, strand by strand, before starting to blow-dry it.
When he combed her hair, he was very gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting her, combing cautiously and occasionally asking: "Does it hurt?"
Scarlett Yates shook her head: "It doesn't hurt."
"If your hair gets pulled, let me know." Except for Naomi Dougla, he hadn't combed any other woman's hair before.
He combed meticulously, ensuring that every strand of hair was smooth and silky.
The sound of the hairdryer echoed in her ears, and the constant warm air wouldn't harm the hair texture, occasionally brushing against her cheeks like his gentle breath.
Matthew Saxon was very focused and thorough, drying one side completely before starting on the other.
Scarlett Yates hadn't enjoyed such pampering for a long time.
She felt an inexplicable urge to cry.
Matthew's actions reminded her of her mother, Autumn Spencer, and her grandmother.
