<h4>Chapter 537: Chapter 537: We Might Not Be Suitable</h4>


    Disheartened.


    Is she disheartened with him?


    As these words emerged in his mind, Matthew Saxon’s face also darkened.


    But he still let her go.


    Once free, Scarlett Yates reached out to turn on themp on the bedside table, then slowly sat up, gently pulled back the covers, and got out of bed.


    Her head was still a little dizzy. After sitting by the bed for a few seconds, she got up and walked to the water dispenser to pour a ss of water.


    She gulped down arge ss of water in one go, casually wiped her mouth with her sleeve, and then slowly turned around.


    On her small five-foot bed, Matthew Saxon upied a very small corner, half-squinting his slender eyes as hey there, slightly raising his head to look at her.


    "I think we might not be suitable for each other," Scarlett held another ss of water, found a ce to sit down, her gaze calm, her expression indifferent, and spoke those words in the same indifferent tone.


    Every word was crystal clear.


    A chill swept over from the other side, Matthew’s slender eyes narrowed little by little, a dangerous aura emanating around him.


    A sudden me of anger ignited in his eyes, and his face became somber.


    Just when Scarlett thought he would lose his temper again, he spoke in a very calm,posed tone: "In what way are we not suitable?"


    "In every way." After a night of drunkenness and difort, she had be much more clear-minded.


    She looked at him, as if trying to reason with him, speaking in a calm, narrative-like tone: "You’re right, I didn’t really think it through when I decided to be with you. We’ve lived different lives since childhood, and we barely understand each other’s lives. What you see as normal, I see as abnormal, and what I see as abnormal, you find mundane and ordinary."


    "Our values are very different, and neither of us can convince the other. Such issues will arise many, many times in the future. Instead of constantly shing, it’s better to part ways now. People from different worlds should exit each other’s worlds as the wisest choice."


    "You want to break up?" When Matthew said this, a cold, dangerous glint shed in his eyes again, yet he continued to hold back his temper.


    "Yes." Scarlett found it almost amusing when she said it.


    In over twenty years of living, it was her first serious rtionship, and it ended so soon.


    Like a child’s y.


    She spoke so decisively, without a hint of reluctance or attachment, and Matthew imperceptibly furrowed his brows, pursed his lips tightly, his eyes brimming with anger: "Just because I said a few angry words, you want to break up with me?"


    "It’s not entirely because of that."


    Scarlett thought seriously for a moment before speaking: "You just reminded me of some things."


    "I won’t agree to break up." After a moment of indifference, Matthew spoke in a cold voice.


    She wanted to break up with him over such a small matter!


    Was it wrong for him to not want other women to bully her?


    Scarlett, however, was determined.


    The drunkenness fromst night had shaken her already unsteady heart slightly. Looking at his mesmerizingly handsome face under the light, she was resolute: "Matthew Saxon, let’s break up. We really aren’t suitable; there’s no need to waste each other’s time any longer."