<h4>Chapter 196: Chapter 196: Which One Should Be Sharpened First?</h4>


    She felt like she was about to lose the ability to breathe.


    Like she was drowning, unable to catch her breath, a gasp of air stuck in her chest.


    In distress, she struggled desperately, but his body was so heavy, as if a mountain had crashed down; under such powerful force, she was as insignificant as an ant.


    The unexpected kiss left Scarlett Yatespletely dazed.


    She couldn’t even figure out how to breathe; deprived of oxygen, her face was flushed red.


    "What a stupid woman." A soft chuckle escaped Matthew Saxon as he lingered, giving her lips another peck before mercifully releasing her.


    Scarlett Yates gasped for air...


    Fresh air surged eagerly into her mouth and nose.


    Yet it couldn’t dispel the lingering scent trapped between her lips and teeth.


    As herplexion gradually returned to normal, her mind seemed to clear along with it.


    She opened her eyes wide with disbelief, lips burning with pain as they reminded her that everything just now was not a hallucination.


    She simply couldn’t believe Matthew Saxon had done such a thing to her!


    While she was kindly closing the window for him, intending to cover him with a thin nket!


    Despicable shameless servant, scoundrel, beast!


    No, he’s worse than a beast!


    "Matthew Saxon, you lousy rogue!" She was stunned for a moment before realizing she should have a normal reaction, raising her hand to hit Matthew’s terribly hateful handsome face.


    "Your ws are so sharp, I need to trim them."


    Matthew Saxon easily caught her hand, capturing her fingers one by one, and chuckled wickedly, "Which one should I trim first?"


    "Or maybe just chop them all off, that would save more trouble."


    After speaking, he looked down at her, half-smiling, "Scarlett, what do you think?"


    She was like a little beast trapped by him, toyed with and teased.


    Sometimes, when a beast’s belly is full, it catches prey not to eat immediately, but rather enjoys tormenting it slowly.


    This was probably her punishment.


    Punishment for foolishly caring about a jerk.


    Scarlett Yates felt humiliated, ring at him angrily, "Matthew Saxon, let go of me! You beast, rogue, pervert, how can you do this!"


    "Do what?"


    Matthew Saxon chuckled, taking her anger as a joke, his lips curling into a lowugh, after a while, as if suddenly realizing, he said, "Oh, you mean the kiss just now?"


    He took full advantage of her yet didn’t seem to care, raising his eyebrow casually, "I was justying the foundation for our partnership; there’s still a whole year, and we’ll inevitably have to perform some intimate acts publicly. If people saw you can’t even kiss, what would they think?"


    "Otherwise, do you really think I wanted to kiss you?"


    He’s always like this, taking advantage as if he had suffered great loss.


    "Shameless, reckless!" She had a bunch of curses for him, but facing his annoyingly smiling face, in the end, she seemed unable to say anything else, repeating only this line.


    Matthew Saxon shook his head, lightly sighing, "Scarlett, haven’t I taught you how to curse people? Why can’t you remember, do you need another lesson?"


    "You stupid woman, it’s one thing not to know how to kiss, but you can’t even talk, Scarlett Yates, you’re so dumb, who would want you in the future?"