But such a person got vomited all over by someone!!
George couldn't bear to look, covering his eyes with one hand.
Matthew Saxon's face had never been so colorful.
One moment green, the next white, then black...
The next second, Scarlett Yates, like a kite with a broken string, was thrown to the ground by the black-faced Matthew Saxon.
She landed on the soft soil and grass, rolling once, unharmed.
After emptying her stomach, she felt much better, murmured a few times, rubbed her tender cheek against the grass below her, and unbelievably treated the lawn like a big bed, falling asleep right there.
Half asleep and half awake, she kept murmuring.
Her voice was very soft and light, like a whisper. If you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't know what she was saying at all.
But Matthew heard it clearly.
That small mouth that had vomited on him opened and closed, uttering curses at him.
"Shameless... despicable shameless person..."
