<h4>Chapter 164: Chapter 164: Too Miserable to Witness</h4>


    But such a person got vomited all over by someone!!


    George couldn’t bear to look, covering his eyes with one hand.


    Matthew Saxon’s face had never been so colorful.


    One moment green, the next white, then ck...


    The next second, Scarlett Yates, like a kite with a broken string, was thrown to the ground by the ck-faced Matthew Saxon.


    Shended on the soft soil and grass, rolling once, unharmed.


    After emptying her stomach, she felt much better, murmured a few times, rubbed her tender cheek against the grass below her, and unbelievably treated thewn like a big bed, falling asleep right there.


    Half asleep and half awake, she kept murmuring.


    Her voice was very soft and light, like a whisper. If you didn’t listen carefully, you wouldn’t know what she was saying at all.


    But Matthew heard it clearly.


    That small mouth that had vomited on him opened and closed, uttering curses at him.


    "Shameless... despicable shameless person..."


    "Deserved... deserved it. If you provoke me again, I’ll bite you, bite you to death..."


    "Dirty lecher, flirtatious radish, one day you’ll, you’ll get youreuppance!"


    With every sentence he heard, Matthew’s face grew darker.


    By the time she finally finished murmuring and turned over to continue sleeping quietly, Matthew’s face was already several shades darker than the bottom of a pot.


    George wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and, risking being med, stepped forward and whispered, "Young Master, I’ll go back and bring clean clothes. You should change first."


    As he spoke, he couldn’t help but nce at the spot covered in vomit.


    Just one look, and the cold sweat he just wiped away reappeared on his forehead.


    It was truly... unbearable to look at!


    In all the years he had been with Matthew Saxon, he had never seen him in such a sorry state.


    Bloodstains on his arm, clothes covered in dirt, buttons torn askew.


    No matter how you looked at it, it seemed like he had just been... through something unspeakable.


    And the main culprit behind this was sleeping soundly, leaving one without a target for their anger.


    Matthew Saxon remained silent, his rigid body unmoving.


    The hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist.


    His whole body exuded an intense coldness, his dark eyes icy to the core, cold as frost.


    At that moment, Matthew Saxon really wanted to tear Scarlett Yates apart!


    Seeing no objection from him, George didn’t dare say more, turning to jog back to the hotel.


    The surroundings were devoid of people.


    Matthew Saxon clenched his teeth and, with a face full of disgust, took off his clothes.


    The shirt was made of a special material, so the vomit only dirtied the surface and didn’tpletely soak through.


    His back wasn’t stained.


    Even so, Matthew wished he could stand under the shower and wash a hundred times.


    Under the moonlight, he exuded a breathtaking beauty, his body bathed in silver moonlight, every line of his figure perfect beyond reproach.


    His muscles were just right, lean and beautiful, like the most perfect piece from a Sculpture Master.


    Eight-pack abs rested on his lower abdomen like little stones, rising and falling with his breath.


    His body, honed by years of training, possessed the most perfect golden ratio, as if every inch of it was crafted with a measuring tape.