<h4>Chapter 219: Chapter 219: The Taste of Unrequited Love Is Not Pleasant</h4>


    He must really, really like Alice Green, otherwise why would he be unwilling to push her away?


    Even though he said so many harsh and heartless words before, at Alice’s most helpless and when she needed him the most, he still chose to stay by her side.


    If it’s not because he still loves her, what else could it be?


    Thinking of how Matthew Saxon still loves Alice Green, Scarlett Yates suddenly felt very dejected, without even noticing it herself.


    Just a moment ago, she was determined to get revenge on Matthew Saxon, fiercely biting at him, but now, she couldn’t muster any spirit at all, as if this matter suddenly became dull and tasteless.


    "Not happy?" Matthew’s deepughter was close by her ear.


    She was taken aback, her eyes widening as she realized Matthew Saxon was very, very close to her, having been lost in her gloomy mood just now.


    "Worried you won’t be able to marry off?"


    Matthew Saxon sensed the change in her emotions and teased with a lightugh, "If indeed no man dares to want you, I can also make a sacrifice, even though you, little wildcat, are a bit fierce and quite disobedient, but who asked your Young Master to be kind-hearted."


    In his peach blossom eyes, there was a gentle smile, warmly gazing at her.


    Those gentle and alluring eyes easily captivated people, making them unable to extricate themselves.


    Scarlett Yates’ heartbeat suddenly became irregr, but thinking of how he treated every woman like this, her heart instantly cooled a bit.


    She couldn’t let herself be led around by this man’s sweet words anymore.


    No matter how sweet and moving his words were, she couldn’t believe a single word.


    What kind of person he was, how heartlessly he treated women, wasn’t she most aware of these?


    Her heart gradually cooled down.


    She snorted coldly, her expression also turning a bit frosty, "Different people have different tastes. Just because the second Young Master doesn’t like someone like me, how do you know others won’t? As the saying goes, ’A forced melon is not sweet,’ no matter how good the second Young Master is, you’re not my type. Even if you are willing to sacrifice, I won’t ept it."


    Matthew Saxon smirked and said with deep meaning, "Oh? So Scarlett has such strong self-esteem. If I remember correctly, the person you like already has a fiancée. Scarlett, the taste of one-sided love isn’t pleasant; don’t you really want to consider changing your target?"


    He leaned his face closer, a charming yet mischievous smile on his peach blossom face, looking all sorts of dubious.


    It’s really strange.


    Listening to him mention Henry Dales again, Scarlett Yates would feel a sense of loss, but she wouldn’t feel heartachingly hurt anymore.


    The hardest time had already passed.


    Indeed, time is such a powerful healing potion.


    Suddenly, she discovered that her feelings for Henry Dales were not as deep or intense as she had thought.


    She liked Henry Dales for three years and always thought she had devoted all her emotions to him, but, counting carefully, it’s only been about two months since Henry Dales went abroad.


    In just two months, the feelings that upied an important ce in her heart had already faded significantly.


    How deep could such a liking really be?


    She suddenly recalled a sentence Ste Nelson once said to her.


    She said, Scarlett, do you really like Senior Brother Dales? Have you ever thought that your feelings for him might actually be more of a sense of admiration?


    He is excellent in both character and academics, andes from such a prestigious background, yet when interacting with us ordinary people, he doesn’t put on any airs of a wealthy young master. Everyone in the school really likes him, I also like him a lot.


    Scarlett, liking someone and admiring them are different, do you really understand what it means to truly like someone?