<h4>Chapter 198: Chapter 198: You Think We’re Even Just Like That?</h4>


    Matthew Saxon looked at the wound on the back of his hand expressionlessly, then slowly raised his head.


    He seemed not to care about the injury on his hand, squinting his eyes slightly, curling his lips into a smile, "Very well, I remember your warning."


    Scarlett Yates was pretending to be calm all along, but Matthew’s smile made her even more nervous, leaving herpletely unable to guess what he was thinking.


    She would rather he got angry than see him smile.


    At this moment, his smile was too eerie, too creepy, only making one feel a chill down the spine.


    Scarlett stepped back a few paces, watching him carefully and defensively, forcing herself to say, "You, you remember, that’s good. You took advantage of me just now, and now I’ve vented my anger, so we’re even."


    "You think it’s just that simple?" Matthew’s expression didn’t reveal any emotions, as if he was saying it casually.


    What kind of attitude is this?


    He was the one who took advantage of her first, messing around, and what she did was just a small act of resistance, yet he put on the posture of a victim.


    He doesn’t consider it settled, what does he intend to do?


    Does he actually expect her to apologize to him?


    "Then what do you want?"


    "You injured me, caused harm to my body, not a word of apology, and not nning to even bandage my wound?" Matthew lifted his injured hand slightly, ncing down at the bloodstain on the back of his hand.


    Great, from childhood till now, no one dared toy a finger on him, yet he had been hurt again and again by a woman.


    The old wounds hadn’t healed, and now there were many new ones.


    Last night, she bit him hard while drunk, and now she injured his hand while sober.


    This woman, time and again, acting like he was nothing, did she really think he wouldn’t do anything to her?


    Where did she get such confidence?


    He had impulsively kissed her just now, but hadn’t sheter responded gradually?


    If she wasn’t really rejecting his kiss, why did she have to act like she had been humiliated by him, as if she was extremely disgusted by his kiss?


    The way she acted as if he was a wolf, avoiding him as much as possible, made him very ufortable, extremely ufortable.


    The wound on the back of his hand wasn’t shallow, with quite a bit of blood flowing out, dripping onto the bedsheets, leaving spots.


    She really was like a little wildcat, looking small and delicate, appearing cute and obedient, yet once those sharp ws came out, they were relentless, extremely fierce.


    If he hadn’t blocked with his hand just now, he would have been bleeding from a head wound.


    "Bandage?" Scarlett blinked, looking again at his bleeding hand, furrowing her brow.


    The wound on his hand was indeed caused by her throwing things.


    But if he hadn’t acted indecently first, she wouldn’t have done that.


    He brought this upon himself, she had no reason to act kindly and bandage his wound after he had taken advantage of her.


    In fact, she felt just now wasn’t enough revenge, a mere skin wound wouldn’t leave asting impression on him.


    "I’m very sorry, Young Master, I don’t offer bandaging services here, either deal with it yourself or find someone to do it for you. I’ve said everything I needed to say, and I ask Young Master to respect himself, not to do things unbefitting his status again. It’s gettingte, I won’t disturb Young Master’s rest anymore."