<h4>Chapter 163: Chapter 163: Vomited All Over the Young Master!</h4>


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    Before they reached the hotel, Scarlett Yates woke up from her stupor.


    She wasn’t fully awake, still feeling the effects of the alcohol, and her head was still spinning.


    Matthew Saxon had her thrown over his shoulder, her head dangling downward. Already drunk and dizzy, being carried this way made her feel even worse, with everything spinning around her.


    The world was swirling, and not only did her head ache, her stomach was also starting to feel nauseous.


    "Stop... stop..." Her stomach felt increasingly ufortable, churning like a storm, making her face turn pale.


    She tightened her grip on Matthew Saxon’s back, gasping in difort, "Put... put me down."


    If he didn’t put her down soon, she was going to throw up!!


    "Put you down to continue your drunken madness?" Matthew Saxon sneered, not stopping his pace as he strode forward.


    He couldn’t fathom where this damned woman usually put all the food she ate.


    During her time with the Saxon Family, she ate heartily, three meals a day, more than he did as a grown man, yet she hardly put on any weight.


    Carrying a whole person on his shoulder like that felt as light as a feather.


    He could lift her up with just one hand.


    Scarlett Yates’s face looked increasingly awful, the nausea in her stomach intensifying. She began to struggle, "Put me down! I, I..."


    Just as she uttered a few words, the overwhelming nausea surged up to her throat.


    In the moonlight, the shadows of the trees were heavy, blocking most of the light.


    The sound of the tidespping against the shore reached them, and thinking of her earlier craziness, Matthew Saxon frowned and warned coldly, "Cause another drunken scene, and I’ll throw you into the sea to feed the sharks."


    The ce on his arm where she had bitten him asionally sent sharp stabs of pain.


    The wound was no longer bleeding, but she’d bitten it into a bloody mess, terrifying to anyone who saw it.


    Thinking about how ever since he met this foolish woman, he’d been getting injured constantly, Matthew Saxon’s brow furrowed even tighter.


    A few days ago, she had scratched him, and the marks hadn’t even fully faded when she bit him hard on the arm again.


    She looked so slender and delicate, like a little girl, but her nature was that of a bad-tempered wildcat.


    Everyone knows wildcats are hard to tame.


    But Matthew Saxon’s favorite thing is to train such unruly creatures.


    No matter how sharp their ws and fangs are, in his hands, they’d all be smoothed down.


    What pride is left for a wildcat without its ws?


    He walked faster and faster, not at all intending to stop.


    Scarlett Yates could no longer hold it back...


    Gripping Matthew Saxon’s back tightly, she scrunched her face and vomited all over him.


    The contents of her stomach spilled out onto Matthew Saxon’s body.


    She vomited hard until her stomach was emptied entirely, and she felt a little better, her face not as ghastly pale as before.


    At the sound of retching behind him, Matthew Saxon’s expression changed dramatically.


    Feeling a warmth on his back, a foul smell invaded his nostrils.


    "Young Master!" George, who witnessed the whole scene, also turned pale.


    Scarlett Yates had actually, actually vomited all over the Young Master!


    The Young Master is extremely particr about cleanliness and meticulous about everything, never allowing any stains or creases on his clothes.


    The clothes he wore were handled by four people just for cleaning and ironing.


    No matter where the second young master of the Saxon Family was, he always appeared pristine, well-dressed, and immacte.