"Get some air?" He sneered, seeing her disregard for her own health, anger welling up inside him, "In the dead of winter, you run out in the middle of the night to get cold air, Scarlett Yates, this way of getting air is something I've never seen before."
Scarlett Yates remained silent.
Her silence only fueled Matthew Saxon's rage further, feeling that she wouldn't even speak to him, he pressed his lips together and said coldly, "What, you're feeling wronged because I said a few words to you? Secretly wiping your tears here, do you regret being with me?"
How upset must she be to sit on the balcony in the middle of the night, secretly shedding tears?
Seeing her eyes swollen and red from crying, her nose red, and the wet traces of tears still visible on her face, Matthew suddenly felt a sense of guilt.
It felt like he was some sort of villain, bullying this frail woman into such a pitiful state.
