Unlike those pungent perfume scents, it's a faint and natural smell, not at all offensive to him.
Scarlett Yates took out the chamber pot, her expression somewhat unnatural, touched her nose, and her eyes flickered left and right, too embarrassed to look at Matthew Saxon: "O-okay, you can use it now."
Matthew Saxon didn't say anything.
Then, Scarlett Yates heard some rustling sounds and realized he was taking off his pants, making her face even hotter.
Heat escaped from her pores, turning her cheeks a bright red.
After a while, he felt Matthew Saxon's hand reach over: "Now, I can hold it myself."
Scarlett Yates hurriedly handed the urinal to him as if it were a hot potato: "I'll wait outside then."
After speaking, she stood up, her back to Matthew Saxon, her posture extremely stiff, indicating her nervous state.
"Aren't we husband and wife?" As she tried to move farther away to avoid him, Matthew Saxon asked casually.
