<h4>Chapter 158: Chapter 158: I Hate You</h4>


    The more fiercely she cursed, the harder Matthew Saxon hit.


    Smack, smack, the sound of his palm was clear and crisp.


    The ces that were already excruciatingly painful were hit again forcefully. Her whole body trembled with pain, tears welled up in her reddened eyes, big teardrops circling again and again, yet she stubbornly refused to let them fall.


    She was determined not to cry in front of this despicable man.


    She bit her lip hard, her soft fists continuously pounding on Matthew Saxon’s back.


    "Bastard, savage, I hate you, I hate you!"


    Her hoarse voice wasced with a sob and raging anger, her teeth gritting, repeating over and over, "I hate you, Matthew Saxon!"


    Matthew Saxon’s body stiffened slightly, but he quickly smirked indifferently, "Hate me? There are plenty of people who hate me. One more makes no difference; I don’t need anyone’s affection."


    Step by step, his movements seemed slow and graceful, yet he quickly walked out of the bustling, noisy bar.


    A cool, moist breeze blew in his face.


    Above the night sky, stars twinkled.


    The sky was filled with a stunning gxy of stars, as if countless jewels were scattered across a dark blue canvas.


    Scarlett Yates’s cries gradually diminished, yet she continued to curse over and over, "Bastard, jerk, scoundrel..."


    Her voice, scorched by the burning alcohol, was hoarse and low, her eyes still red, her eyshes adorned with tiny teardrops. She struggled and cursed for a while longer, squeezing out thest bit of energy in her body.


    Then she drifted into a dazed sleep.


    George saw Matthew Saxone out, immediately approached him, and nced at Scarlett Yates, who was slung over Matthew Saxon’s shoulder, pausing for a moment before asking, "Is Miss Yates okay?"


    Matthew Saxon’s expression was not very pleasant, "She’s drunk."


    Fortunately, this damn woman had quieted down now, otherwise, if she continued with her noise, he would really have wanted to throw her into the sea to feed the fish.


    How on earth did she end up so drunk?


    Though puzzled, George wisely did not ask more questions.


    The young master’s face was so gloomy; now was a moment of bad mood. And considering Scarlett Yates waspletely out of it, it wasn’t hard to guess that it probably had something to do with the young master.


    Seeing how seriously Scarlett Yates was drunk, he suggested, "Young Master, let’s get Miss Yates back to the room first. I’ll quickly arrange for some sobering-up concoction."


    "No need." Matthew, with a sullen face, carried her toward the direction of the hotel where they were staying, his voice cold and filled with anger, "She wanted to get drunk deliberately, so let her properly experience what being drunk feels like."


    The hangover might not be too bothersome now, but the worst would be when she wakes up the next day with a splitting headache, as ufortable as possible.


    The young master even refusing sobering-up treatment showed just how angry he was.


    What in the world had happened to provoke such a strong ire in the young master?


    Looking at Matthew Saxon’s dark and stormy face, George suddenly discovered something interesting.


    The young master wasn’t someone whose emotions were easily swayed by others.


    Over the years, the only woman who truly affected him was Alice Green.


    And now, another was added: Scarlett Yates.


    What this signified, he couldn’t be certain, but he could see Scarlett Yates was no longer an insignificant person in the young master’s heart.


    George knew about the one-year agreement between Scarlett Yates and Matthew Saxon.