<h4>Chapter 165: Chapter 165 Matthew Saxon’s Test</h4>


    Although he has spent years indulging in debauchery, he has never neglected his fitness.


    This powerful body, brimming with strength, is paired with a demonically beautiful face; the contrasting styles create a breathtaking visual impact.


    If only the owner of this impressive physique had a less foul expression, it would be perfect.


    Rustling sounds came from the grass.


    Matthew Saxon looked over with a cold expression, seeing Scarlett Yates turn over and smack her lips twice, the corners of her mouth curving with a hint of a gloating smile.


    Apanying her smile was a whisper, so faint it was nearly inaudible, "Heartless phnderer, I will never marry you. I don’t care to be called Young Madam. Don’t think I don’t know, the one you love is your sister-inw. I refuse to marry a man who doesn’t love me."


    This drunken murmuring was scattered by the wind almost immediately.


    But Matthew Saxon’s expression changed, and momentster, he slowly walked over to her.


    He squatted down, lowered his head slowly, and gazed at her deeply.


    In truth, he had always known that this woman, whom he often mocked as unremarkable, was not unattractive.


    Not only was she not unattractive, but she possessed a certain charm.


    Though she was currently like an unpolished jade, one could still discern that she was a rare gem in the making.


    Her delicate and pure face was as clean as a lily caught with morning dew.


    A thin blush stained her cheeks, as if touched by beautiful peach blossom juice.


    He nced disdainfully at the small mouth that had vomited on him, furrowing his brow, and pulled out a handkerchief, vigorously wiping her lips.


    This damn girl, truly filthy.


    The women around him, even if they pretended, always behaved with elegance and never revealed any shorings before him.


    Compared to those women, she was unbelievably crude.


    Her whole attire and demeanor resembled a wild child, with no trace of femininity.


    He couldn’t understand how Henry Dales had taken a liking to her, even the old fox in his family treated her differently.


    She appeared pure, not very cunning, an innocent-looking child, like a sheet of untainted white paper.


    Yet, merely the fact that that old, perceptive fox liked her that much meant she couldn’t really be without guile.


    Then, what were her intentions?


    Marry him and be the second Young Madam of the Saxon Family, a nobledy in a wealthy n?


    Every woman who tried to get close to him harbored such fantasies.


    To those outside, the Saxon Family is immensely alluring, an irresistible temptation.


    Ultimately, he couldn’t believe she was an exception.


    After quietly pondering for a while, Matthew Saxon’s eyes grew colder, his fingers lightly brushing her cheeks, he sneered and murmured, "Scarlett Yates, are you truly not interested in marrying me?"


    "I’ll give you a chance now."


    His eyes filled with amusement, the smile on his lips deepened, mocking her, he slowly said, "If you open your eyes now and admit you actually want to marry me, I will marry you."


    Pausing for a moment, he smiled again, "When we return, we can have the wedding."


    For an instant, the thought shed in his heart.


    He truly wanted to marry her.


    He is the Young Master of the Saxon Family, given his status, if it weren’t for the childhood betrothal with the Yates Family, he would certainly marry a woman of equal standing.