Scarlett Yates knew she couldn't escape or avoid it, so she could only close her eyes again, silently counting one sheep, two sheep, three sheep in her mind, trying to ignore his presence in this way.
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Two hours later.
Matthew Saxon carried her out from the bathroom.
Her petite body was wrapped in a large bathrobe, with two sections of her lotus-like white tender arms showing obvious scratches.
Such scratches were plenty on Scarlett Yates's body, not just her arms.
Thinking of Matthew Saxon's madness, Scarlett Yates's body involuntarily trembled.
He actually bathed her for two hours.
During those two hours, he washed her again and again, the bath sponge scraping her skin over and over.
It was less of a bath and more of a punishment.
Unable to bear it anymore, she red-eyed pleaded with him, but he just coldly laughed, saying he was going to thoroughly wash off the detestable scent from her body.
