Seeing his carefree face, a surge of anger instantly burst forth from her heart, charging straight to her head, burning Scarlett Yates's eyes red.
This damn philanderer, this lecherous cad, while she was busy and sweating profusely, he was enjoying the soft embrace of a beauty!
She truly wanted to tear apart that face of his, immersed in pleasure and oblivion.
She kept glaring at the "lovers" not far away repeatedly, the nameless fire in her heart burning ever stronger!
Damn Matthew Saxon, damnable Matthew Saxon, bastard Matthew Saxon.
Why should he be enjoying the embrace of a beauty while she got smoked by the fire, covered in oil smell, sweating all over to serve him?
The more she fanned the flames, the stronger they grew, and her face became increasingly sour.
The lovers, truly despicable, openly hugging and embracing in public, with no fear of pricking the eyes of others.
