<h4>Chapter 186: Chapter 186: You’ve Fallen for Me</h4>


    Scarlett Yates blinked, noticing the anger darkening his face, quickly admitting her mistake, "I just misspoke. How could a ce where someone as distinguished as Young Master and Miss Green stay be full of smoke and chaos? No, it should be a garden in full bloom, colorful with flowers and willows. You and Miss Green are just like withered trees meeting spring, a fierce fire encountering dry wood, you two..."


    "Scarlett Yates, you’re jealous?"


    "What?" Scarlett widened her eyes.


    Matthew Saxon grabbed her arm and pulled her up from the ground, sweeping her into his embrace with a firm motion.


    He leaned down, his handsome face suddenly close to hers. "You’ve fallen for me."


    He spoke with certainty, not questioning but seemingly confident about this.


    Scarlett’s heart suddenly raced, panic flooding in, a hint of rm and confusion in her eyes, "W-what are you talking about!"


    How could she possibly have feelings for him?


    He was exactly the kind of man she despised the most—flirty, unfaithful, callously ying with others’ emotions, utterly irresponsible.


    A man like him, not in this lifetime, or in the next, or the one after that, would ever be someone she’d like.


    But... why was her heartbeat behaving so strangely, so rapidly?


    Panic-stricken, she only wanted to escape, but finding herself unable to push him away, she red at him in fury, "Matthew! Are you always taking advantage of women like this?"


    "Don’t change the subject." Matthew gave a slight smile, his grip unrelenting, keeping her firmly trapped in his arms.


    His long eyes narrowed slightly, a gleam shed through them, his voice lowered to a seductive whisper, "Don’t y dumb with me, that won’t work."


    "Aren’t you always brave, yet youck the courage to admit liking someone now?"


    He was using reverse psychology on her.


    Of course, Scarlett could tell, but she wouldn’t be foolish enough to fall for it.


    Her body struggled restlessly in his embrace, trying to break free, "I don’t understand what you’re talking about, let go!"


    She hated him holding her like this.


    She hated the warmth of his chest pressed against her cheek, trying to entice her.


    She hated his seemingly frivolous peach blossom eyes and ever-tempting thin lips.


    Every part of him, she absolutely detested!


    Never had she disliked a man so much that he would mistake her hatred for affection?


    His mind must be worse for wear.


    The more fiercely she struggled, the tighter Matthew held her, inch by inch, pressing into her slender waist, seemingly wanting to split her in two.


    Scarlett waspletely helpless.


    Her eyes widened with rage, her cheeks puffed out, "Young Master, you’re really strange, always forcing people to be insincere?"


    "Even though Young Master is handsome and rich, every woman’s dream lover, it doesn’t mean you’re loved by everyone."


    Matthew raised an eyebrow with a smile, "I’ve seen many insincere women, it doesn’t matter if you don’t admit it."


    Scarlett reacted dramatically, her eyes ring like a blowfish, "Young Master, it’s good to be confident in your charm, but being overconfident isn’t great."


    "There are plenty of men in the world, it’s not just Young Master that women fancy."


    After saying so much, with such passion and indignation, she only received Matthew’s dismissive chuckle.


    He took none of her words to heart, his deep, soul-stirring eyes fixed intensely on her, lifting his lips into an amused smile, "Oh? So, you don’t like me anymore?"