Matthew Saxon looked at the wound on the back of his hand expressionlessly, then slowly raised his head.
He seemed not to care about the injury on his hand, squinting his eyes slightly, curling his lips into a smile, "Very well, I remember your warning."
Scarlett Yates was pretending to be calm all along, but Matthew's smile made her even more nervous, leaving her completely unable to guess what he was thinking.
She would rather he got angry than see him smile.
At this moment, his smile was too eerie, too creepy, only making one feel a chill down the spine.
Scarlett stepped back a few paces, watching him carefully and defensively, forcing herself to say, "You, you remember, that's good. You took advantage of me just now, and now I've vented my anger, so we're even."
"You think it's just that simple?" Matthew's expression didn't reveal any emotions, as if he was saying it casually.
What kind of attitude is this?
