<h4>Chapter 199: Chapter 199: In Utter Disarray</h4>


    Matthew Saxon looked at the back of his hand, which had been smashed and was bleeding, then at the tool she had thrown to the ground, a dangerous and cold smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Oh really? Then I want to see how hard you can hit."


    As he spoke, he moved his body, bent down to pick up themp from the floor, and handed it to Scarlett in her astonished gaze, saying coldly, "Didn’t you want to smash a head? Try again, hit me hard, I won’t dodge."


    "Wha-what, you want me to hit you?" Scarlett stared at him in disbelief.


    It was the first time she had seen such a request from someone.


    But where would she find the courage to hit him again, just now she acted in a fit of rage and didn’t care about anything, actually, once she calmed down a bit, she was already a little regretful.


    Fortunately, she didn’t hit his head; otherwise, with that forceful blow, who knows what consequences might have ensued.


    Just thinking about it, cold sweat broke out from fear.


    "Still standing there nkly? All talk and no action?" Matthew Saxon might have been hit so hard that he was dazed, not thinking clearly; Scarlett thought something was slightly off about him.


    She felt she’d better not stay too long with someone so confused, so she pushed themp away with her hand, biting her lip, "I’m not interested in hitting anymore."


    While saying this, Scarlett didn’t look at Matthew Saxon. After speaking with her head down, she quickly retreated.


    From the moment she turned away to when she exited the bedroom, behind her was always silent.


    Fortunately, Matthew Saxon did not follow.


    Once out of the bedroom, she took several deep breaths and patted her chest lightly a couple of times.


    The atmosphere inside had been too stifling, too oppressive; if she stayed any longer, she felt she might suffocate herself.


    Especially at that moment she turned around.


    The cold gaze behind her, sharp as a de, kept following her.


    Her heartbeat continued to beat at an abnormal speed, thumping rapidly, as if it would leap out from her chest, causing her chest to tremble slightly.


    Scarlett’s hand slowlynded on her heart, feeling its increasingly rapid and intense pounding.


    It had been a long time since her heart had raced like this, and been so chaotic.


    She always thought that kisses between a man and a woman should be gentle and sweet.


    Gentle pecks, tender entanglement.


    But Matthew Saxon repeatedly shattered her perceptions.


    The eager and possessively intense kiss was worlds apart from what she imagined.


    Thinking of that kiss...


    Her face gradually reddened, heat seeping through her pores, staining her fair cheeks a faint blush.


    Damn his fickle nature; does he treat every woman so nonchntly?


    Last night in the hotel restaurant, he was intimate with that beautiful woman named Natalie Hughes, like lovers; he must have kissed Natalie the same way.


    Perhaps, their rtionship was far from just kisses and hugs long ago.


    And Alice Green...


    In those few hours she was away, he was alone with Alice Green; there was ample time if they wanted to do something.


    Just the thought that these things might have already happened made Scarlett’s face gradually be unpleasant.


    A sudden difort emerged in her heart.


    Her face slowly darkened, and suddenly a wave of anger rose.


    What did he take her for?


    Did he think she was like those casual women, avable for his whims?


    If she hadn’t stopped him just now, would he have gone further?


    The more Scarlett thought about it, the angrier she became, wishing she could rush in and give Matthew a good beating.


    Best to beat that obnoxious face of his into oblivion, so he’d have no appeal left to flirt and fool around.


    But it was just a thought in her mind.


    Even as she gnashed her teeth in anger, she merely cursed Matthew Saxon a thousand times in her heart.


    The bastard’s scent still lingered on her lips; Scarlett rubbed it twice with her hand, touching where it had been bitten, the pain furrowing her brow.


    She winced in pain, thinking all of it was thanks to a certain someone, and couldn’t help but curse Matthew Saxon ten thousand times.