<h4>Chapter 248: Chapter 248: Hating One’s Own Ipetence</h4>


    He truly hated himself, why didn’t he learn to swim earlier, why didn’t he rush to save her in the first moment.


    Unfortunately, there are no regrets in life.


    Matthew Saxon opened his eyes once again, the pain in his eyes disappeared, but the light in his eyes had vanished, bing dim.


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    To Scarlett Yates, Matthew Saxon really was a very annoying man.


    A grown man, lying there doing nothing, letting a woman work until she’s exhausted, yet constantlyining, such a person is annoying no matter where you ce him.


    In her heart, she wished she could give him a good beating, but in action, she somehow diverged from her original intent.


    Just a moment ago, she was determined to slow down, take her time, leave him waiting for a while, yet she didn’t know why she was now picking out some grilled vegetables and meat.


    She ced them on a te, grabbed some chopsticks, intending to bring it over to feed a certain someone’s stomach first.


    When her hand lifted the te, Scarlett Yates hesitated for a few seconds, her brows furrowing with conflict, secretly resenting her own weakness.


    Wasn’t she determined to starve him?


    She felt helpless and angry at her inconsistency.


    It seemed, when it came to him, she couldn’t really do what she said she’d do.


    She secretly despised herself for a moment, turned around, intending to put on a fierce appearance, but then noticed that several more people seemed to have appeared next to Matthew Saxon.


    Several women dressed to the nines.


    Just before, he was the only one lying on the bench under the tree.


    In less than half an hour, all the empty spots around the bench had been taken up.


    Those stunning women gathered around him, each one with an alluring and enchanting smile on their face, their sweet voices like a numbing agent, instantly leaving one feeling weak from head to toe.


    The women sometimes giggled while covering their mouths, and sometimes extended their delicate hands to poke at Matthew Saxon, in every way, it seemed a scene of lively conversation and joy.


    Someone whose love life was thriving seemed very much to enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by beauties, his charming face now full of smiles, and his amorous peach blossom eyes flowing with yfulughter.


    His lips moved slightly, as if saying something amusing.


    After he finished speaking, the beauties covered their mouths andughed again, each oneughing so much that they leaned towards him.


    Matthew Saxon lifted the chin of the beauty next to him, whispered a few words close to her, making herugh even more joyously, directly leaning into his arms, her fair fingers drawing a yful circle on his chest.


    Matthew Saxon caught her hand, leaned his head towards the woman, whispering sweet nothings, causing her face to blush first, then she gazed at him with bashful eyes.


    Another woman, perhaps unwilling to be left out, came over as well, snuggling beside him like a bird, and peeled a grape from the table, offering it to Matthew Saxon’s lips.


    Such service is not something ordinary people can enjoy.


    But who is Matthew Saxon, the second young master of the Saxon Family, who doesn’t know of him?


    These services rare formon folks became nothing out of the ordinary for him.


    However, the grape eventually didn’t end up in his mouth, as Matthew Saxon epted the grape and personally fed it into that woman’s mouth.


    It felt as if something exploded in Scarlett Yates’ mind.


    She couldn’t believe her eyes.


    In just this short time, he had already hit it off with other women.