<h4>Chapter 259: Chapter 259: Scarlett Yates, You’re Addicted to Hitting</h4>


    His handsome face also showed red marks.


    Five slender and distinct finger marks gradually appeared on his pale face.


    His face looked gloomy in the dim light, as if the p had shocked him greatly. He was dumbfounded for a long time before slowly raising his head.


    "Scarlett Yates, are you addicted to hitting?" He narrowed his eyes, the cold light in his Peach Blossom Eyes.


    His voice still carried the hoarse and deep tone from a moment ago, but it wasced with coldness.


    Scarlett Yates also looked at him coldly, unwilling to back down, "Young Master, are you addicted to taking advantage?"


    This can’t go on any longer.


    A voice inside kept telling her over and over, Scarlett Yates, this really can’t go on any longer.


    Otherwise, someday you’ll lose yourself.


    This man is best at manipting and ying with other people’s hearts. If you let this happen again and again, sooner orter you’ll be a ything in his hands.


    In ying ambiguity, who can y better than him?


    Thinking about the things he’s done to her and to other women, her heart warmed and cooled, as if thrown into a realm of both ice and fire.


    She’s tortured by these feelings, nearly driven mad.


    She fell in love with someone she shouldn’t have, and despite knowing she should steer clear of him, she couldn’t help but fall deeper.


    And now, this downfall seemed to deepen even more.


    Because the fear and worry in her heart grew heavier and heavier.


    Scarlett Yates, this can’t go on any longer.


    Someone needs to step up and end this strange rtionship.


    "Do you know how I felt when you kissed me?"


    Right in front of him, she wiped forcefully on her lips again, showing a look of great disdain, and under his dark gaze, she said in disgust, "Disgusted, Young Master, I feel disgusted, being kissed by a man who doesn’t know how many women he’s kissed, it feels dirty."


    "What did you say?" Matthew Saxon’s face turned a terrible bluish hue under the dim light.


    "Does Young Master really think himself a heartthrob? That every woman in the world can’t escape your charm, all enjoying being treated ambiguously by you?"


    "To other women, you might be very appealing, but to me, your type is the one I hate the most."


    Why does the heart hurt?


    Again and again, likerge hands are pulling at it.


    Scarlett Yates ignored the diforting from some part of her body, her ck, lustrous eyes fixed steadily on the person standing opposite her, she frowned and sneered, "Does Young Master know what it’s like to be kissed by someone you don’t like? That feeling, is honestly more disgusting than swallowing a fly."


    These words are harsh enough, right?


    For a man as proud as one who holds his eyes above his head, there can’t be anything harsher or more hurtful than this, right?


    With Matthew Saxon’s character, now that she’s said these words, he may never behave ambiguously towards her again.


    Maybe, in the future, they’ll truly be like their contract, showing affection in public while being strangers in private.


    This is the oue she wants.


    But why does saying it make her feel sad?


    She has finally seeded in angering Matthew Saxon, striking his proud heart. Seeing his dark face and icy eyes, Scarlett Yates weakly curled her lips.


    "Sorry, Young Master, you forced me to say this."