Scarlett Yates suddenly discovered something.
Matthew Saxon, the lackluster brother, not only had the knack for effortlessly breaking people's hands but could also brew a fine pot of tea.
The white porcelain cup was pinched between his fingers, and those jade-like fingers seemed to overshadow the brilliance of the cup, making it look like a work of art.
Heaven has been excessively kind to him.
This man's entire being, every part, is crafted so perfectly.
Such a perfect man is destined to be trouble.
Just like her, always resisting, yet inevitably falling for him.
Matthew noticed her staring at him, her gaze carrying a hint of fascination. He was momentarily stunned but then a charming curve appeared on his lips.
He asked, "Does the tea taste good?"
Scarlett instinctively nodded.
Matthew poured her another cup and remarked with a smile, "Then drink slowly, because the story I'm about to tell might be a bit long."
