The Matthew Saxon she deeply loved has finally returned.
"Scarlett, you really are slow on the uptake, huh? I thought you knew already." He rubbed her head again, with a familiar faint smile in his eyes, and his tone was tender and indulgent.
"You've really recovered all your memories, that's wonderful!" she said again, softly, reaching out to hook her arms around his neck, her eyes full of joy.
At this moment, Scarlett Yates was overwhelmed with mixed emotions.
Why does it have to be now?
The best news and the worst news both came to her on the same day.
If it had come three or four days earlier, she would have cried with happiness.
But now... when she thought of the virus in his body, after a moment of joy, her mood turned heavy again.
"Scarlett, I'm sorry." Matthew Saxon gently kissed her hair, his deep voice full of regret and apology, "During that time, I put you through a lot of hardship."
There were actually many things to say.
