<h4>Chapter 258: Chapter 258: Matthew, Do You Like Me?</h4>


    He spoke, calling her name, "Scarlett."


    This soft, low call bewildered her soul and took away her reason.


    His handsome face became clearer in front of her, and suddenly, he kissed her.


    At this moment, Scarlett Yates’s body seemed paralyzed, her mind stopped thinking, her heart seemed to stop beating at this instant.


    She wanted to reach out and push him away, to angrily demand why he would do such a thing after pushing him away as she usually did, but she sadly realized that the strength within her seemed to have been drained away, her hand simply lifted and then softly fell back down.


    "Matthew Saxon, what are you doing?" Her voice trembled.


    A softugh echoed in her ear.


    Matthew Saxon repliedzily, "Oh, there’s dust on your lips, I’m helping you wipe it off."


    Nonsense!


    Who wipes someone’s mouth like that?


    "Scarlett Yates, you should close your eyes at times like this." Another helpless sigh was heard in her ear, her vision went dark, and a warm hand covered her eyes.


    Scarlett Yates’s body trembled even more violently.


    She wanted to escape, but her limbs seemed to be tied by some invisible force, unable to move.


    She wanted to retreat, but there was no way back.


    Matthew Saxon pulled her into his arms, gently calling her name, like a sigh, or a lover’s whisper.


    "Scarlett." He called her again, his voice tender, making her feel unfamiliar.


    "Are you scared? Your body is trembling so much." His eyes, dark and profound, looked down, gazing deeply at her.


    The sea breeze whipped her loose hair on her shoulders, blowing her hair into a wild mess. Her face wore a confused and perplexed expression, she blinked, and after a while, finally found her voice, "Just now, why did you do that?"


    "Why did you kiss me? Matthew Saxon, do you like me?" She suddenly gathered the courage to raise her head, her eyes staring at him nkly, "Matthew Saxon, do you like me?"


    Matthew Saxon was stunned.


    Like? He really hadn’t thought deeply about this question, he just did it because he felt like it.


    "Scarlett, how do you want me to answer?" He chuckled, looking at her with the eyes of observing a petnt child, "If you want my answer to be yes, then I can say it."


    Scarlett Yates was taken aback, her eyes instantly dimmed.


    Is this his answer? This kind of answer, how is it better than a direct denial?


    He doesn’t like her.


    At this moment, she finally understood, despite his frequent behavior that could lead to misunderstandings, despite the rare moments he showed his gentleness, what did that all mean?


    He could flirt with other women one moment, and the next engage in such ambiguous acts with her, which already exined a lot.


    But she foolishly and stubbornly wanted to hear him admit it himself.


    Her mind, once nk, suddenly cleared with reason.


    What kind of person did he think she was?


    Someone he could casually tease or take advantage of when he felt like it?


    Her body suddenly became rigid.


    Her dizzy mind also became much clearer.


    The sea breeze repeatedly pped her face, cooling her cheeks that seemed to be burning, lowering the abnormal temperature, and cooling her fervent heart.


    "p!"


    In the quiet surroundings, the sound of Scarlett Yates’s p on Matthew Saxon’s face was exceptionally clear.


    Despite her not using much force.


    The moment the p fell, Matthew Saxon’s body stiffened, stopping all movements.


    Scarlett Yates reached out and pushed him, this time, she didn’t use much force, yet managed to push him away.


    He seemed unsteady, with her gentle push, he retreated several steps back.


    Scarlett Yates reached out to wipe away the trace he left on her lips, "Matthew Saxon, if you really want to be so boring, go find your other lovers."


    The hand that had just pped him had a bit of a tingling sensation, turning slightly red.