<h4>Chapter 172: Chapter 172: Scarlett Yates, does it look good?</h4>


    As if to prove that all those melodramatic scenarios in romance stories stem from reality, the sobbing beauty slowly lifted her head.


    Her eyes, swollen like walnuts, gazed at Matthew Saxon with deep, painful, sorrowful intensity.


    Her red lips parted slightly, her eyes blinked, and a tear slipped down to the edge of her lips, "Matthew, I know we can never go back to the past, and I dare not hope for anything. I just ask you not to treat me like a stranger. I agreed to marry Maxwell Saxon just to get a little closer to you. Even if we can’t be together, being under the same roof and seeing you every day would be enough for me."


    Her cheeks were pale, tears stained her face, and her tear-filled eyes gazed devotedly, like a pear blossom in the rain, "I love you. Is that wrong?"


    She truly deserves the title of an acting master. This scene, full of tragic and painful emotion, was portrayed by her with utmost perfection, making the listeners sad and tear up.


    Even though Scarlett Yates was covered in goosebumps from these cheesy words, she couldn’t help but secretly admire her.


    No wonder a yboy like Matthew Saxon would fall for her. A woman like Alice Green could awaken a protective instinct in any man.


    Matthew Saxon has always been tender and protective towards women around him. Encountering a woman as frail as Alice Green, like a reed, surely his protective instincts were immediately triggered.


    Nextes the part where they begin to kiss passionately, right?


    Scarlett Yates adjusted her posture, hiding most of her body by the door, holding her breath, focusing intently while waiting for the main event...


    Yet, unexpectedly, Matthew Saxon suddenly turned his head, looking directly in her direction.


    Startled, she quickly hid behind the door.


    Damn it, did he discover her?


    But, in such a situation, with a beauty in his arms confessing her feelings, could he still have the presence of mind?


    Scarlett Yates was so startled that her heart was pounding like a drum, beating intensely.


    She wasn’t sure if Matthew Saxon had noticed her. After hiding behind the door for a while, not hearing any movement, she peered through the crack again.


    The doorway was surprisingly empty, and in the blink of an eye, both Matthew Saxon and Alice Green were nowhere to be seen.


    The door to the room was already closed, yet she had not heard even a sound.


    In a daze, without time to think, her first reaction was to push open the door.


    As soon as she pushed open the bedroom door, a force pulled her out.


    Matthew Saxon’s tall head leaned down, his expression unpredictable, with a hint of a smile in his dark eyes as he looked at her frightened little face, curling his lips slightly, "Scarlett, like what you see?"


    Scarlett Yates’ eyes nearly popped out in shock, stammering, "You... you..."


    When did hee over?


    So quietly that she didn’t notice at all.


    "Sober now?" Matthew Saxon pinched her chin and turned it, finally flicking her forehead, lightly mocking, "What a foolish woman, did you really think you hid well enough not to be discovered?"


    In front of her, he seemed to never even consider what tenderness is.


    The flick on her forehead was utterly unmerciful, and as his finger withdrew, a small red lump appeared there.


    She grimaced in pain, "Ouch, it hurts! Do you even know what being tender is?"


    "Tenderness?" Matthew Saxon seemed to have heard something amusing, his thin lips curled into a sneer, "Tenderness is meant for gentle and pretty women. Someone as foolish as you, even if someone wanted to be tender, they couldn’t manage it."