A lazy voice interjected. After a dozen hours on the plane, Matthew Saxon seemed exhausted, his body lounged lazily in the leather chair, head tilted, lightly swaying the wine glass between his fingers.
When he doesn't speak, he's fine, but once he does, he often manages to say things that make people gnash their teeth in anger at him.
May Denton's smile visibly stiffened, a trace of displeasure flashed in her eyes, but she maintained a gentle smile, "What's the matter? You can send Scarlett over later. If you feel anything is missing there, just buy it, and report back to me."
Matthew Saxon curved his lips in a pleasant smile, "Aunt Denton truly cares for Scarlett. I will gladly convey your affection for the youngsters to her."
