<h4>Chapter 185: Chapter 185: Come Back with Me</h4>


    He never recklessly risked it all for love. His mind was clear and rational. He knew what he should choose.


    What was this?


    Three years of secret admiration, was this finally the response she had been waiting for?


    But there wasn’t a trace of joy in her heart.


    Those long, thin needles were piercing her heart again, again and again, making her extremely ufortable.


    "Senior..." she called out to the pitch-ck night, her nose tingled, and tears fell one by one.


    Three years of memories, bit by bit, reyed in her mind like a movie.


    Perhaps she would never forget in the best years of her life, how simply and humbly she liked someone.


    She cried and cried, squatted down, buried her head in her knees, her petite body curling up like a hedgehog, trembling lightly with her silent sobs.


    A white figure stood in the dim light watching her, his narrow deep eyes filled withplex emotions. After hesitating for a few seconds, he walked toward her.


    "Scarlett Yates,e back with me." He looked down at her with a hint ofpassion in his gaze.


    The woman curled up like a hedgehog stiffened, moved her head, slowly raised it, and upon seeing him, froze for a moment, seemingly very surprised, "Matthew Saxon?"


    It seemed she was really surprised; even her way of addressing him changed. She no longer called him Young Master.


    In fact,pared to the polite and ttering title of Young Master, he preferred her to call him by his name.


    Her eyes were as red as a rabbit’s, crying with tears and mucus, and Matthew Saxon frowned in disdain, "If you’re scared, don’t pretend to be strong. It’s better for a woman to be gentle. You were so brave before you left, and now hiding here crying isn’t anything to be ashamed of."


    Scarlett Yates was stunned again, only realizing after he finished speaking that he misunderstood her.


    She was crying because of the sorrow of her first love, but he mistook it for her being afraid of being alone outside.


    Although... there was indeed a tiny bit of fear in her heart, it wasn’t enough to make her cry.


    But she didn’t n to exin.


    Better to let him think she was timid than to let him know the truth.


    Someone like him, if he found out she was crying over a breakup, wouldn’t he justugh and mock her ruthlessly?


    She nonchntly rubbed her nose, then rubbed her eyes, still squatting on the ground, looking up at him with a voice thick with sobs and sarcasm, "Am I seeing things? How did Miss Green let youe out alone? You left her alone in the room, she must be so scared and helpless. What if she faints in fearter, what will you do then."


    Matthew Saxon ignored her sarcastic remarks, extended his hand in front of her, and said expressionlessly, "Get up,e back with me."


    Scarlett Yates didn’t move, provocatively sitting directly on the ground, ignoring the hand extended in front of her, sneering, "Go back? Go where?"


    "Did you consult Miss Green’s opinion before doing this? I think she wouldn’t want me to go back, and I’m not interested in being a third wheel."


    "I’m fine here, feeling the wind, listening to the rain, breathing in fresh air, it’s much better than staying in some polluted ce, Young Master should just leave."


    Matthew Saxon’s face darkened, he gritted his teeth, "Polluted ce?"


    "Don’t be angry, Young Master."