<h4>Chapter 169: Chapter 169: Do you really want to be my enemy?</h4>


    "But there are so many women who like you. I’m really afraid they will steal you away, afraid to the point where I can’t eat or sleep well all day, so worried that it’s killing me. Yet you tell me that I’m not the same as them."


    "Matthew Saxon, do you know how deeply this sentence can be misunderstood?"


    "I know my social status is low, that I’m unworthy of you. Even if you truly like me, I’m not qualified to marry you. So after entering the entertainment industry, I began to strive upwards with all my might, hoping that through my own efforts I could narrow the gap between us, enough so that I could be worthy of you."


    Herughter grew more eerie, chilling amidst the sadness, "And what was the result? After all I’ve done, waiting for so long, you now tell me it was all a misunderstanding?"


    "How can you be so heartless!" Ament full of resentment, tinged with a touch of hatred.


    The entryway light remained off.


    Matthew Saxon’s face showed no discernible change in the darkness; after a moment of silence, he sighed, "So you must choose Maxwell Saxon, to stand against me? Alice, think it over. If you are determined to marry him, in the future, I won’t protect you anymore."


    "Alice, do you really want to be my enemy?"


    Alice Greenughed forlornly, "It’s not that I want to be your enemy, it’s that you’re forcing me to be your enemy, Matthew, you’re the one who is pushing me."


    Matthew Saxon sighed deeply again, regretting, "If that’s the case, then take care of yourself."


    The door closed.


    Alice Green’s sobbing was no longer audible.


    Matthew Saxon’s heart couldn’t help but feel a sense of disappointment.


    Although he initially helped Alice Green because she resembled someone he knew from the past, after caring for her three years, he indeed developed a familial affection towards her.


    During those years she spent with him, she dated quite a few boyfriends.


    Among his friends, several of them had ambiguous rtionships with her.


    She brought those men to meet him, even sought his opinions. He never thought she would fall in love with him.


    If he had realized her feelings earlier, he would certainly have ended things promptly.


    But unfortunately, it was toote.


    Her insistence on marrying Maxwell Saxon meant that one day she would inevitably stand opposite him.


    This was the scenario he least wanted to witness.


    --


    Scarlett Yates woke uppletely, it was midnight.


    She opened her eyes, only to see darkness.


    The room was so quiet, one could hear her breathing.


    Her body sank into the softrge bed, with the scent of petals on the sheets.


    A headache so intense it felt like an explosion threatened, with every inch of nerve throbbing painfully, her difort knit her brow tightly. She rubbed her forehead, dazed for a while, as her sluggish mind began to gradually stir.


    Memories from before she got drunk all came flooding back.


    From the moment she met Henry Dales, every memory reyed clearly.


    Eventually, the scene in her mind broke off abruptly after she bit Matthew Saxon on the arm.


    The subsequent memories were just an indistinct blurry outline, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t recall them.


    The room was pitch ck.


    She groped as she climbed out of bed, fumbling to turn on the light, only to find herself in the sole bedroom.


    Aside from her, the room was empty.


    The clothes on her had been changed to a white silk nightdress, soft andfortable, coolly hugging her skin.


    Yet...


    She lowered her head to carefully inspect the dress she’s wearing, frowning in bewilderment.


    She remembered that this dress was not in her suitcase.


    So... Where did this dresse from? And who changed her into it?