<h4>Chapter 536: Chapter 536 Scarlett, I Apologize</h4>


    The scream that was almost out of her mouth was swallowed back down.


    Her eyes remained wide in shock, after a long silence, she softly said: "Matthew Saxon?"


    "It’s me." The voice beside her ear was hoarse and gentle, with a hint of drowsiness.


    Scarlett Yates’s body stiffened briefly, and she reached out to push him away.


    "Scarlett, I apologize." Matthew Saxon tightened his arms, encircling her within his embrace. In the dark, his face was not clear, but his gentle, warm breath could be felt.


    "I apologize for the things I said yesterday."


    In the quiet of the night, his breathing and heartbeat were so clear.


    Her head rested against his chest, listening to the strong and forceful beat of his heart, so distinctly.


    Moonlight spilled over the windowsill, like snow scattered everywhere. The bright moonlight shone into the room, outlining the objects within in blurry shadows.


    Scarlett Yates listened to the increasingly forceful heartbeat beside her ear, silent for a very long time...


    During this time, Matthew Saxon remained silent too, simply holding her, hisrge hand gently soothing her head.


    "Where is this?" After a long time, she finally spoke again, her tone extremely calm, no emotions could be discerned.


    "Hospital dormitory."


    Another moment of silence: "Why are you here?"


    Matthew Saxon hesitated briefly, and told a slight lie: "You got drunk at the bar, I brought you back."


    For some reason, he did not want her to know that the first person who took her from the bar was Maxwell Saxon.


    Thinking of Maxwell Saxon’s series of gestures, he had to be a bit cautious.


    Maxwell Saxon had never been someone who would heroically rescue a damsel in distress, despite seeming polite and courteous, exchanging kind words with anyone. But to use his own body to protect someone, he had never seen that.


    So when he found out that Maxwell Saxon actually took a stab for Scarlett Yates, a strange feeling rose within his heart immediately.


    He could not articte what kind of feeling it was exactly, only that it made him inexplicably uneasy.


    "Was it Ste who called you?" Memories ofst night slowly emerged in her mind. She recalled seeing Maxwell Saxonst night; it seemed it was also him who took her from the bar, so how did it be Matthew Saxon?


    Could it be that she mistook someone else in her drunken state?


    Those unpleasant things also gradually surged into her thoughts, his anger, his indifference, like an invisible dagger piercing into her heart.


    Although the wound was unseen, it would make her feel pain whenever she thought of it.


    "Yeah, she called me. Scarlett, was it because of me you drankst night?" Matthew Saxon sighed gently, "I was just speaking impulsively, how could you take it seriously?"


    Impulsive words?


    Scarlett Yates could not help but curl her lips in a sarcastic smile.


    Often, the most genuine words are the impulsive ones, uncensored, instantly spoken from the heart.


    "Matthew Saxon, could you let go of me first? I have something to say to you." Scarlett Yates’s tone was very calm, very serene.


    This sense of calmness and serenity unexpectedly tightened Matthew Saxon’s heart.


    Scarlett Yates did not urge him after saying this, remaining quietly within his arms.


    Matthew Saxon fell silent, her quietness and docility did not bring him a sense of relief; on the contrary, her unusuallypliant behavior made him begin to worry.


    Her attitude and tone when facing him seemed to be wordlessly telling him four words.