His fox-like eyes were too clever, too sly, and too sharp. Under his gaze, she was always anxious and nervous, fearing that her little thoughts might be seen through if she wasn't careful.
Should it be said that his eyes were too perceptive, or did he truly possess a superpower that could see through others?
What she was thinking was spoken directly by him, making Scarlett Yates blush in embarrassment. Yet, she refused to admit it, biting her lip and stubbornly denying, "I'm not as boring as you think."
"Oh?" Matthew Saxon chuckled, glancing at her again with amused eyes.
Although he only said one word, it fully expressed the distrust he felt inside.
Thus, Scarlett's face turned even redder.
She felt her face burning hot like fire, a burst of heat rushing to her thin skin, then threads of warmth seeping out from it, scorching her cheeks crimson.
She was somewhat indignant and bit her lips tightly, glaring at him, and said sulkily, "Young Master, do we have to eat or not?"
