Alice Green's smile became stiff once again: "Matthew, in your heart, am I just a woman who only seeks profit?"
"What else could it be?" He didn't give her any face, his sarcasm flowing one sentence after another, "Miss Green, do you really just want to have a meal with me and reminisce about old times?"
"If that's the case, I'm happy to oblige. After all, if a meal can bring me an important piece of news, I wouldn't lose a thing."
"Matthew, don't be like this..."
"Miss Green, our relationship isn't close enough for you to call me by my first name directly. Please show some respect and be mindful of your address."
Alice Green bit her lip tightly, her eyes welled with mist, her eye sockets suddenly reddened, tears swirling in her eyes, spinning round and round but never falling."
This look of wanting to cry but holding back was most endearing; if ten men saw it, nine of them would feel pity and compassion.
But Matthew Saxon was an exception.
