He raised the corner of his eye, a proud expression between his eyebrows, looking at her as if he were a god looking down on an ant.
Scarlett Yates couldn't take it anymore.
She felt she was about to go crazy at any moment.
The doctor said he might recover as soon as tomorrow. At first, she thought she could endure it for just a day, but now she realized it wasn't just a day; she couldn't even stand another second.
She took a deep breath, clasped her hands together, and cut in through clenched teeth: "That's right, I'm important to you, but those words aren't mine. They're the sweet things you said to me yourself."
Matthew Saxon was stunned, his handsome brows furrowing once more.
He pressed his lips, his slightly narrowed eyes flickering with flames, holding back his anger as he said, "Don't think you can talk nonsense in front of me just because I've lost some memories."
What a joke?
Matthew Saxon would never say such cheesy words to any woman in his life.
