<h4>Chapter 556: Chapter 556: Trespassing into Private Property</h4>


    The tears she had been holding back for so long finally broke free the moment she saw him.


    Matthew Saxon had approached her full of anger, but upon seeing Scarlett Yates’ sudden tears, his aggressive demeanor turned to surprise and confusion. He knitted his brows, "I haven’t even said anything, why are you crying?"


    "A woman’s tears don’t work on me, I don’t fall for that. Do you think shedding a few tears will earn my sympathy?"


    "What are you doing here?" Scarlett didn’t even bother to ask how he was able toe in.


    This was Saint Mercy’s dormitory, and being one of its shareholders, it wasn’t hard for him to gain ess to her room.


    He looked down at her, his expression indifferent, "What, am I not allowed toe?"


    "This is trespassing on private property."


    "So, are you going to call the police to arrest me?" He curled his lips in a look of nonchnce.


    "I’m very tired, I don’t want to argue with you. If there’s nothing else, please leave my room." With that, Scarlett opened the bedroom door, intending to shut him out.


    Matthew, sensing her intention, ced a hand on the door before she could close it, sidestepped, and stood inside the bedroom. "I told you before not to get too close to Maxwell Saxon, but you obviously didn’t listen."


    "Why did you meet him for dinner alone tonight?"


    She was taken aback, finding his presumptuous questioning amusing.


    They had already broken up.


    She could have dinner with whoever she wanted, he had no right to interfere.


    She still remembered, when they crossed paths at the restaurant, how he stood before her, lofty and condescending, telling her in a dismissive tone that whatever she chose to do was none of his business, as they no longer had any ties.


    He had said those words himself, and yet, had he forgotten so quickly?


    "I don’t owe you any exnation, Matthew Saxon, don’t forget we’ve already broken up."


    "Not disrupting each other’s lives after a breakup is the most basic courtesy."


    Matthew was infuriated by her words, a sh of anger sparked in his eyes. He pressed his lips tight, a coldugh slipped from his throat, "Breakup? Scarlett Yates, do you really think just saying we’re done can rid you of me entirely? I don’t let go of things I don’t want to, and no one can force me to give up."


    "You agreed to itst night too." Scarlett calmly stated this fact.


    Why was he still standing here, why wouldn’t he leave?


    She wanted to break down and weep.


    She didn’t understand why Heaven was ying such cruel games, why it made her fall for Matthew Saxon.


    She held on, enduring the pain in her heart, yet before him, she didn’t know how much longer she could maintain herposure.


    She was afraid she might explode.


    But she knew deep down, her pain had nothing to do with Matthew Saxon.


    The things Roy Saxon did couldn’t be forced upon his son; Matthew had no involvement, nor was he aware.


    Yet the thought that the person closest to her in this world was gone forever because of his father made her body tremble uncontrobly. Anger and hatred, like demons, were consuming her fragile heart bit by bit.


    "Things you agree to can also be taken back." He narrated this fact coldly.


    "I don’t want to argue about meaningless things. Please leave my room, or I’ll call the police and use you of trespassing with the intent to cause harm."