That unruly girl.
Even if she was tired after a long flight, she's slept for so long, she should be awake by now, right?
But it's dinner time already, and she still hasn't come downstairs.
If it weren't for today being special, he wouldn't want to lose his temper on such a good day, he'd have already blown up.
But, no matter how much he can endure, with the dishes set on the table and Scarlett Yates still not downstairs, Ian Douglas couldn't hold his expression anymore; it clearly turned sour, furrowing in displeasure: "Matthew, where's that girl? Don't tell me she's still sleeping. Slept this long and still not enough?"
"It's almost dinnertime, is she not planning to come down? Does it really have to be me going up to fetch her before she'd agree to come down?"
These words were clearly meant for Matthew Saxon.
Time is running late.
Matthew Saxon felt that Scarlett wasn't actually such a rude person, maybe she really overslept.
