He spoke, calling her name, "Scarlett."
This soft, low call bewildered her soul and took away her reason.
His handsome face became clearer in front of her, and suddenly, he kissed her.
At this moment, Scarlett Yates's body seemed paralyzed, her mind stopped thinking, her heart seemed to stop beating at this instant.
She wanted to reach out and push him away, to angrily demand why he would do such a thing after pushing him away as she usually did, but she sadly realized that the strength within her seemed to have been drained away, her hand simply lifted and then softly fell back down.
"Matthew Saxon, what are you doing?" Her voice trembled.
A soft laugh echoed in her ear.
Matthew Saxon replied lazily, "Oh, there's dust on your lips, I'm helping you wipe it off."
Nonsense!
Who wipes someone's mouth like that?
"Scarlett Yates, you should close your eyes at times like this." Another helpless sigh was heard in her ear, her vision went dark, and a warm hand covered her eyes.
