<h4>Chapter 423: Chapter 423: Could it be jealousy?</h4>


    She didn’t need his answer, as if she was only expressing her doubt, she frowned and said, "Matthew Saxon, I don’t know why you’re getting angry out of nowhere. If it’s because of Senior Brother Dales, there’s nothing between him and me. He’s a senior I’ve known for three years, and it’s just a gift he gave me. What’s wrong with that?"


    "What’s wrong?" Matthew Saxon’s outstretched hand suddenly changed to pinch her chin, his dark face moved closer to hers, staring at her coldly, "Scarlett Yates, have you forgotten your identity?"


    "In name, you are still my woman, epting an old me’s gift right in front of me. Do you think I’m dead?"


    She was taken aback, staring at him with disbelief, "Old me? Nothing has ever happened between Senior Brother Dales and me."


    "You like him, and he likes you. Mutual affection, and you still say nothing happened?"


    He increased the force on his grip, his eyes seemingly filled with fire, with cold anger churning within them.


    Scarlett was stunned again, looking at him nkly for a few seconds, suddenly her face changed, she bit her lip and hesitated, "Matthew Saxon, are you... jealous?"


    Besides jealousy, she couldn’t think of any other reason.


    Although Matthew Saxon and Henry Dales didn’t have a good private rtionship, they didn’t have any enmity either. The two were originally of entirely different temperaments, unable to sh even with great effort, so what grudge could there be?


    Therefore, he shouldn’t be so bothered about Henry Dales.


    She thought through his reactions and actions from beginning to end, the more she thought, the more she felt his behaviors looked very much like jealousy.


    But... would Matthew Saxon really be jealous because of her?


    Matthew Saxon’s expression changed suddenly because of her words, his dark eyes flickered, he furrowed his brows and slowly released her.


    Scarlett’s chin was finally spared the fate of being crushed, and she was freed.


    She rubbed her chin which bore his finger marks, suspiciously watching him.


    But she watched for a long time and couldn’t discern anything.


    Except for the first second he seemed startled by her words, afterward, there were no unusual emotions visible in his eyes.


    "Scarlett Yates, don’t change the topic, give me the wood carving." It seemed they returned to a certain moment between them, his hand opened in front of her, continuing to request the rosewood carving.


    "Once given, there’s no reason to take it back."


    He inexplicably got angry with her, and now inexplicably asked her to return the carving, based on what?


    Since he already gave it to her, it’s hers now.


    She won’t return it, absolutely not!


    "You won’t return it?" Seeing her refusal so firmly, Matthew Saxon’s expression improved slightly, though still cold, he red at her like a debt collector, eyes fierce.


    "No!" Scarlett, fearing he might snatch it again, tightly sped the carving in her hand, cing Henry Dales’s wooden box to the side.


    Matthew Saxon saw this, his expression seemed to soften a bit, his slender Peach Blossom Eyes narrowed slightly, his voice deep, "Scarlett Yates, are you sure you won’t return it?"


    "I said no, means no!" At this point, Scarlett was firm in her stance and determination, "Since you gave the carving to me, it’s mine now, you can’t have it back!"


    Though he was still cold-faced, Scarlett felt his expression wasn’t as terrifying anymore.