The sound of the crying was as faint as the buzz of a mosquito, fragmented because it was being desperately suppressed.
When Matthew Saxon first entered the room, he felt it was a bit cold, but he didn't think much of it, assuming the air conditioning was just set too low.
It wasn't until he followed the sound of the sobbing that he noticed the glass window on the balcony was open. The faint cries blew in with the cold wind, drifting right to where he stood.
Matthew's expression subtly changed, and a complex look appeared in his eyes.
Without his permission, no one else was allowed to casually enter his room.
So, there was only one person who could be crying on the balcony.
It was Scarlett Yates...
It was five in the morning, and she hadn't slept, sitting alone on the balcony in the cold wind, quietly crying.
She hadn't turned on the light on the balcony, so when Matthew glanced that way, he saw only the pitch-black night.
