<h4>Chapter 170: Chapter 170: An Incredible Dream</h4>


    As soon as this thought passed through her mind, a burst of heat appeared on her face, and she was in a dazed state.


    If her memory wasn’t failing her, thenst night, she remembered being taken away by Matthew Saxon.


    There was a faint scent of shower gel on her body, and her fluffy hair emitted a fresh and pleasant fragrance. Clearly, while she was drunkenly asleep, someone had given her a bath and changed her clothes.


    This was her and Matthew Saxon’s room.


    Besides him, there wouldn’t be anyone else in the room.


    So...


    The person who bathed and dressed her was Matthew Saxon?


    Just the thought made her flushed cheeks turn almost crimson.


    If it was really Matthew Saxon who did it, then, then... didn’t he see all of her?


    Oh my God!


    She couldn’t bear to think any deeper, as the heat seemed to prate her skin, making her entire body hot, with a light pink hue emerging on her fair and tender skin.


    She was simply mortified to death.


    Why did she have to drink? Why did she let herself get so dead drunk?


    Wait a minute...


    Did she miss something extremely crucial?


    Did Matthew Saxon, that big pervert, take advantage of her and do something worse than a beast?


    She suddenly remembered that embarrassing yet strange dream, where Matthew Saxon really turned into a wolf and did those beastly things to her.


    But what she couldn’t ept the most was that even though she initially resisted with all her might, in the end, she actually responded to him.


    The scenes from the dream shed one by one in her mind, and as she thought about it, Scarlett Yates shook her head vigorously, holding her reddening face in constant regret.


    She would never dare to get drunk again.


    God knows, the person she hated the most was Matthew Saxon.


    She must have been drunk, so in her unclear state, she dreamt of those messy things.


    That’s right, that must be it.


    If it weren’t for being drunk, how could she possibly dream about herself and that guy Matthew Saxon...


    No matter how desperate she was, she wouldn’t think of him as some kind of fantasy object!


    Her mind turned chaotic again; sometimes it was the embarrassing scenes from the dream, and sometimes it was Henry Dales’ tender gaze looking at her...


    The faces of these two men spun in her mind like a carousel.


    Thinking about Henry Dales added anotheryer of bitterness to her heart.


    A faint sense of loss, and a faint sadness.


    No matter what, he was the first boy she paid special attention to, and she had noticed him for a whole three years.


    Even if her feelings for him were vague and unclear at the time, those three years of vague affection would be an unforgettable memory in her life.


    A sh of light pierced through the heavy curtains before her eyes, followed by a loud bang, a dull and oppressive thunder rumbling from the sky, and in an instant, it was as if it was right beside her.


    A blinding sh of lightning lit up again, and an even louder, more astonishing thunder crackled, shaking the doors and windows twice as if they were trembling.


    Her wild thoughts were interrupted.


    It’s going to rain...


    Summer was the season of sudden storms,ing fast and going just as quickly.


    Scarlett Yates suddenly thought of a question after the fact.


    Where did Matthew Saxon go?


    He brought her back but didn’t stay. Could he be meeting someone he has an appointment with?


    The instant she thought of this, Natalie Hughes came to her mind.


    That woman with a snake-like waist and a face as beautiful as a fairy.


    That was his new love; she saw herst night, glued together in front of him.


    Since he had a new love, how could he possibly not apany the new love, and she was really stupid, spending so much time thinking about such a simple question.