The woman hadn't expected him to do that. With that forceful shove, she stumbled a few steps and fell hard to the ground in utter embarrassment.
She didn't care about the places that hurt from the fall; lifting her head, she stared up at Matthew Saxon in utter shock.
"Young Master Saxon…"
"Get out!"
A naked disgust flashed in those icy, pitch-black eyes.
This man who just a moment ago had been pampering her in every possible way was now looking at her as if she were a fly.
Matthew Saxon's eyes were full of revulsion. The spectator was gone; he had no intention of wasting even another minute on a woman like this.
He pulled out a handkerchief and scrubbed hard at the spot the woman had just kissed. When he was done, he tossed the handkerchief into the trash with disgust.
The woman stared, stunned, still not fully processing what was happening, and kept calling out in confusion, "Young Master Saxon, I…"
