<h4>Chapter 203: Chapter 203: Can We Actually Try Dating?</h4>


    His deep, dark eyes gazed into hers, gently tucking her hair behind her ear, concealing her brows, and softly, patiently, he asked again, "Scarlett Yates, tell me, do you hate me?"


    Hate?


    Scarlett Yates’ expression momentarily turned perplexed.


    At this moment, he was so close to her, their shadows on the ground ovepped, indistinguishable from one another.


    His deep eyes looked down, with a gaze so tender it could intoxicate.


    On such a quiet night, under the tender and focused gaze of a man as picturesque as a painting, even the bright moonlight outside the window must be enchanted.


    Let alone her.


    Does she hate this man?


    Scarlett seriously asked herself in her heart and thought long and hard about it.


    She always told herself she hated him.


    His flirtatiousness, his frivolity, his cynicism, his arrogance, he embodied so many things she detested most.


    It was rare for someone to concentrate so much of her aversion into one person.


    She should hate this man.


    But...


    Does she really, truly hate him? How much longer was she going to deceive herself?


    Matthew Saxon pressed closer step by step, giving her no time to think, pressing, "You don’t really hate me, so why resist?"


    In those shining eyes, Scarlett saw her own reflection.


    A shadow utterly at a loss, with a face full of panic.


    Seeing her face turning red and nervous to the point of being at a loss, he curved his lips into a smile, his tone involuntarily bing much gentler, "Scarlett, since we still have a year, why not make the most of it and do things that make both of us happy?"


    Scarlett suddenly widened her eyes, "What do you mean?"


    Matthew Saxon chuckled lightly, "Maybe we could actually try dating."


    "Dating?" Scarlett’s face didn’t show the joy he imagined, she only widened her eyes in surprise.


    "Yes." Matthew looked at her soft lips, his gaze darkened, "Pretend to be a real couple for a year."


    He leaned closer to her, speaking with a hint of coaxing, "I can promise you, during this year, I won’t seek out other women, you’ll be the only one by my side."


    "Although I haven’t tried this before, maybe it could be interesting, why not give it a shot."


    There was a faint fragrance in her hair.


    He took a breath, somewhat entranced, and reached out to gently stroke a few times, the soft and shiny hair slipped through his fingers like a piece of soft silk.


    This kind of touch is hard to forget.


    This woman is not the most beautiful, but she does have something that attracts him.


    "Young Master, I think you misunderstood." The soft hair slid through his fingers, the alluring fragrance disappeared abruptly as she stepped back.


    Scarlett pushed him away.


    Her face was very red, but unlike the previous shy flush, it seemed to be due to anger.


    "Misunderstanding?" He raised an eyebrow, his lips curving as he looked at her.


    "I’m not interested in Young Master’s proposal at all."


    Scarlett pressed her lips tightly, anger shing in her eyes, "Please don’t take me as a joke in the future, Young Master."


    Matthew Saxon was stunned for a few seconds, a quick flicker of a different color shed in his eyes, "A joke? What if I told you, this isn’t a joke, would you still refuse?"


    She nodded without hesitation, "Please, Young Master, lead by example and abide by the agreement."


    "Why?"