Matthew Saxon remained motionless, his slightly squinted eyes somehow closed, a faint weariness between his brows.
His breathing was light and even.
Scarlett Yates frowned even tighter, staring at him with doubt for a moment.
Was he really asleep? So quickly?
He was just talking to her moments ago, how could he be silent so suddenly? The speed at which he fell asleep was astonishing.
Scarlett couldn't help but whisper softly to herself, "Didn't even take off his clothes, just slept like that, like a pig."
Matthew lay facing the window.
The wind blew in from outside again, after the storm, carrying a damp chill that could easily make one feel cold.
Scarlett turned her head and looked at the curtains puffed up by the wind, hesitated for a second, and like she was sighing helplessly, slowly walked to the window and gently closed it.
Little did she know, at the moment she turned around, Matthew suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes.
