She remembered very clearly what he had said to her that night on the beach. It had only been a few short days since that night, could his thoughts have changed so quickly?
"I don't know what you're talking about." She was stunned for a moment, biting her lip tightly, then took a deep, long, forceful breath.
In this state, it seemed as if during the time she had been contemplating, she hadn't breathed at all.
This deep breath gradually calmed her down, and her wildly beating heart slowly steadied, though her heartbeat was still erratic, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
A low chuckle sounded, Matthew Saxon curled his lips into a smile, reaching out to ruffle her hair, "Never mind if you don't know, don't overthink it. Your little brain isn't that smart to begin with; thinking too much will only make you dumber."
"What kind of talk is that, saying my brain isn't that smart to begin with!" Scarlett Yates was displeased, widening her eyes to glare at him.
