Matthew Saxon prevented her from doing so, reaching out to turn her head back, holding her chin firmly, stopping her from avoiding his gaze.
Like Scarlett Yates, his heart raced.
The woman he liked lay in his arms in such an intimate way; if he had no reaction, he wouldn't be normal.
Seeing her blushing and unable to meet his eyes, Matthew felt a slight stir in his heart, lifted her chin, and forced her to look at him: "Scarlett, tell me, did Maxwell Saxon have you?"
At first, he was convinced that she and Maxwell Saxon had progressed to the most intimate stage.
So, he was furious, even felt like killing someone.
But now, seeing her so shy, he thought that maybe things weren't as he imagined.
At least, not as bad as he thought.
The question was somewhat insulting to Scarlett Yates.
His asking proved that he believed she had an improper relationship with Maxwell Saxon; in his mind, her image was quite tarnished already.
His distrust towards her had reached this level.
