Upon seeing this scene, Scarlett Yates' face turned even colder, and she let out an almost imperceptible sneer from her nose, quickening her pace as she walked out.
"Mr. Saxon..." When Matthew Saxon walked by her side, the flight attendant called out coquettishly, extending her hand swiftly to shove a small note into Matthew Saxon's suit pocket.
"Mr. Saxon, if you ever feel bored, remember to contact me. No matter the time, I can always make time for you." As she slid the note into Matthew Saxon's coat pocket, the flight attendant's soft, boneless hand lightly pinched his waist.
Matthew Saxon looked down at the fair little hand slipped into his bag and then lifted his head to give the flight attendant a smirk.
Just as Scarlett Yates couldn't help but look back, she caught this scene in her view.
The flight attendant had a look of hesitation, her hand lingering on Matthew Saxon's waist, and the smile on Matthew Saxon's lips...
Old habits die hard!
