From where he is standing now, Matthew Saxon can also see Scarlett Yates at a glance.
Scarlett was only up to get something to eat, so she was still wearing pajamas, her hair was disheveled, and she hadn't fully recovered from her cold. Her cheeks looked slightly pale, with a hint of illness.
Only one light was left on in the stairwell, making the lighting somewhat dim.
She was standing in a corner, her hair scattered, her face pale, and with the dim lighting and the fact that it was late at night, not making a sound, just standing there, she indeed looked rather frightening at first glance.
Their eyes met.
On the handsome and expressionless face of Matthew Saxon, a trace of surprise first appeared, then, like the woman beside him, his brows furrowed in displeasure.
