Scarlett Yates blinked, noticing the anger darkening his face, quickly admitting her mistake, "I just misspoke. How could a place where someone as distinguished as Young Master and Miss Green stay be full of smoke and chaos? No, it should be a garden in full bloom, colorful with flowers and willows. You and Miss Green are just like withered trees meeting spring, a fierce fire encountering dry wood, you two..."
"Scarlett Yates, you're jealous?"
"What?" Scarlett widened her eyes.
Matthew Saxon grabbed her arm and pulled her up from the ground, sweeping her into his embrace with a firm motion.
He leaned down, his handsome face suddenly close to hers. "You've fallen for me."
He spoke with certainty, not questioning but seemingly confident about this.
Scarlett's heart suddenly raced, panic flooding in, a hint of alarm and confusion in her eyes, "W-what are you talking about!"
How could she possibly have feelings for him?
