For a moment, Scarlett Yates almost heard the sound of jaws hitting the ground.
A few pairs of eyes opened wide, all simultaneously glanced at Matthew Saxon's waist, their expressions varied, but mouths hung open, as if the swallowed egg was stuck in their throats, turning from pale to blue.
Amidst this alternating pallor, Matthew's narrowing eyes finally darkened, and his face grew shadowed.
Scarlett Yates smiled sweetly like honey, achieving her aim, her mood brightening along. She blinked, suddenly slapped her forehead, and hurriedly turned away, "Oh my memory! I almost forgot, there's still something roasting on the rack."
With that said, she rushed towards the grill, without another glance at Matthew Saxon.
Scarlett's earlier words had undoubtedly thrown a bomb into the calm waters.
What impotence means to a man is self-explanatory.
The women's first reaction was naturally disbelief.
But suddenly recalling some past events, their disbelief momentarily wavered.
