<h4>Chapter 187: Chapter 187: In the Next Life, It Might Be Better to Reincarnate as a Pig</h4>


    Scarlett Yates nodded repeatedly, as if afraid he wouldn’t believe her, and immediately said, "Young Master, although you have a charismatic appearance, you’re charming, graceful, and handsome, like a rebirth of Pan An, so stunning it’s infuriating to gods and men alike—utterly tragic..."


    After this long list of extravagant yet superficial adjectives, she lifted her lips to reveal eight white, beautiful teeth, "However, Young Master, you are indeed not my type. Sorry, I know saying this might hurt your self-esteem and pride a bit, but my greatest virtue is honesty. Telling lies goes against my conscience and feels worse than death."


    She finished speaking, blinked her eyes, and looked innocent and pure, "Young Master, if my words have hurt you, I apologize right away."


    Matthew Saxon listened with great interest until she finished, nodding his head,ughter gleaming in his eyes, "You truly are an honest child."


    Scarlett Yates openly epted hispliment, not forgetting to praise herself even more, "Since childhood, teachers taught us to be honest people, their words I always remembered deeply and dare not forget."


    She finished speaking and grinned, revealing those eight pretty teeth again.


    Her eyes were still swollen and reddened, with tear streaks still evident on her cheeks, and this smile was even more unsightly than crying.


    Matthew Saxon stared at her for a few seconds, wrinkling his brow in disdain, and finally unable to bear it any longer, took out a handkerchief without saying a word, and started rubbing her face like kneading dough.


    As he rubbed, he disdainfully said, "You’re so dirty, how could there be such a filthy woman in this world like you, Scarlett Yates? As a woman, reaching this level, you’d be better off reincarnating as a pig in the next life."


    His rough actions were far from gentle; rather than helping her clean, it was more like taking advantage to torment her.


    Scarlett Yates gritted her teeth in pain, cursing him a hundred times in her heart, yet outwardly politely said, "Young Master, I’ll do it myself. For such minor matters, you don’t have to trouble yourself."


    She pretended to grab the handkerchief, her hand just extending when Matthew Saxon held it down.


    "Don’t move!" Matthew Saxon forcefully wiped her left cheek.


    Ugh, it’s so painful!


    Scarlett Yates’s face immediately scrunched up in pain.


    This damn man, he must be doing it on purpose!


    No one wipes a face like him, as if dealing with an enemy—her face felt like it was being scrubbed raw.


    She fumed, "Matthew Saxon, this is malicious revenge, all because I said I don’t like you? How can you be so petty!"


    If he kept this "care" up for a while longer, her face might end up scarred.


    This reckless woman.


    He lowered himself, not grudging her disheveled state, personally wanting to wipe her face, yet she seemed more disdainful of him instead.


    He pressed his darkened face towards hers, squinting his eyes, threatening with a gloomy voice, "Scarlett Yates, if you keep shouting like that, I don’t mind finding a special way to shut your nasty little mouth."


    The demon’s eyes squinted further, his tone suddenly dropping,ced with a hint of suggestiveness, "Or are you deliberately trying to provoke me into kissing you this way?"


    His lips curled slightly upward, his gaze lingering with ill intent on her soft, pink lips, "If you so crave my kiss, I don’t mind letting you get your wish now."