<h4>Chapter 202: Chapter 202: Do You Hate Me?</h4>


    Matthew Saxon suddenly let out a low chuckle, gently tracing her face to her brow and eyes. "Scarlett, do you really dislike me being close to you so much?"


    A warm hand gently covered her eyes, with a faint, pleasant fragrance emanating from his palm.


    How could this feeling possibly be something to dislike?


    Scarlett Yates, feeling flustered, pushed him away. Realizing that she had unknowingly been taken advantage of again, she red at him with both shame and anger. "Young Master, please have some self-respect."


    "Self-respect?" Matthew Saxon curved his lips indifferently.


    He gazed deeply at Scarlett Yates, his eyes locking onto hers firmly, "Scarlett Yates, do you really hate my touch so much?"


    He could sense that she wasn’t entirely indifferent to him.


    Her body’s initial reactions said everything.


    But why did she keep avoiding him, deliberately pulling away from him?


    "Young Master, we had an agreement."


    Scarlett was flustered by his stare, and it took her a great effort to find her voice within those deep eyes and avoid his gaze. "I’m just acting with you for a year. After that, we’ll go our separate ways."


    She really couldn’t understand the man in front of her more and more.


    They had originally agreed to only feign affection in public. She had always remembered the terms of the contract clearly, yet he was gradually starting to vite it...


    The contract was set by him, both had signed it; was he now nning to breach it?


    If he was indeed nning to breach the contract and no longer adhere to their agreement, then did it mean she also didn’t have to follow it anymore?


    She was not wrong in what she said.


    Yet Matthew Saxon’s brow inadvertently furrowed.


    A yearter, each going their separate ways...


    This had been his n, so why did it sound so jarring when she repeated it now?


    She remembered his words so clearly, was her heart that eager to sever ties with him as soon as possible?


    At this thought, Matthew Saxon narrowed his eyes slightly, "You remember this matter very clearly."


    His tone was a bit strange, but Scarlett Yates couldn’t quite pinpoint what was odd about it.


    It seemed like he wasn’t upset, as there was no trace of anger in his eyes, and his expression was normal.


    Scarlett responded quickly, "Young Master is always worried I’ll fall in love with you. If I don’t say this, Young Master won’t be at ease. Young Master, you really don’t need to worry that I’ll cling to you. I dare not forget or defy what’s agreed. A yearter, I promise topletely disappear from Young Master’s sight. Even if we meet again, I’ll just pretend not to know Young Master."


    She didn’t notice at all that someone’s face was gradually turning grim.


    "An agreement is something both parties need to uphold. I can guarantee to act ording to the contract, and I ask Young Master to remember the terms. If Young Master is determined to breach it, then I’ll take it as you intend to cancel the contract."


    After finishing her long speech, she btedly sensed that something was amiss.


    The air pressure above felt heavy and oppressive, like a cloud hanging low.


    "Scarlett Yates..."


    A hint of chillced the low voice, "Do you really want to leave so badly?"


    He repeated the question he’d asked earlier, as if persistently wanting to hear the answer from her lips.


    "Tell me, do you hate me?" Matthew Saxon’s hand gently fell on her cheek again.