Feeling her resistance, Matthew Saxon's face grew increasingly grim, his eyes darkening as he spoke with displeasure, pressing her into his embrace, coldly saying, "Scarlett Yates, if you don't want me to take you right now, you better behave yourself."
The body in his arms instantly stiffened, seemingly frightened by his words, and she stayed motionless.
Matthew Saxon held her icy body even tighter, his lips close to her ear as he spoke with an indistinct tone, "I've already sent someone to find Maxwell Saxon. How dare he coerce even you, as if he doesn't see me, daring to provoke me. I won't let him off again."
Scarlett Yates's body remained motionless, as if she were sleeping.
