He was actually laughing, a low chuckle escaping his throat, and the expression on his face was surprisingly joyful.
Scarlett looked at him incredulously, "What are you laughing at?"
Matthew Saxon said nothing, just ruffled her already messy hair again, his deep, lazy voice softer than usual, "Hmm, sneaking around isn't good, so I sent her back."
"Ah?"
He watched her dumbfounded look, his gaze softening, and whispered in her ear, "Scarlett, no one is occupying our room now, so you can go back and have a good sleep."
This perfectly normal sentence, said in such a flippant tone from his mouth, didn't sound like its surface meaning at all. No matter how you hear it, it doesn't seem like a kind word.
Scarlett's face turned as red as a sunset, flushed to the extreme.
This... this shameless bastard, he did it on purpose!
Deliberately saying things in such a frivolous manner.
