<h4>Chapter 711: Chapter 711: Utter Disappointment</h4>


    "So now do you know why, out of the blue, I decided to break up? Matthew Saxon, we’re not suited for each other, and forcing it won’t bring happiness. Please just let me go, and consider it as letting yourself go too."


    So, she could lie so calmly, and even after saying a bunch of untruths, her face didn’t turn red at all.


    The words she thought she could never speak, at this eerie calm moment, were spoken by her, one by one.


    It seemed, it wasn’t as difficult as she imagined.


    But why did she feel a heartache?


    Every word felt like a long, thin needle was piercing into her heart.


    The needles stabbed forcefully into the softest part of her heart, then ferociously pulled out.


    She was in so much pain that it was difficult to breathe, and she could only tightly clench her fists, digging her nails deeply into her palms to distract from the pain in her heart.


    "Scarlett, is everything you said true?"


    After a moment of silence, Matthew Saxon spoke.


    His voice was very calm, so calm that no emotion could be discerned from it.


    At this moment, his face also wore such a calm expression, showing no sign of anger or fury.


    His gaze was equally calm, looking down, his indifferent eyes fixed on her pale little face: "You’re breaking up with me because you still love Henry?"


    Scarlett bit her lip, until she left a tooth mark on it, before nodding and saying, "Yes."


    "Being with me was just to forget Henry?" He continued to ask with an indifferent voice, a tone and demeanor that seemed to be inquiring about something unrted to him.


    But Scarlett knew, beneath this surface calm,y the foreboding signs of his impending rage.


    The calmer and more detached he appeared now, the more frightening it would be.


    This unusual calmness might be a sign ofplete disappointment in her, or perhaps extreme anger.


    Scarlett bit down again on the spot she’d previously bitten, paused for a silent moment, then nodded again: "Yes."


    Her body below the head seemed to be very stiff, and her nodding movements appeared mechanical.


    After getting two affirmative answers, Matthew Saxon unexpectedlyughed. He curled his lips and paused for a long, long time before speaking again: "This time, if I let you go, I won’te back for you. I’ll ask you onest time, are you really breaking up with me because of Henry?"


    He really was going to let her go.


    The words she said had worked.


    He knew about her feelings for Henry. She had to bring up Henry to give him the most appropriate and least suspicious excuse.


    Scarlett sensed the decisiveness in his words, feeling both sour and bitter inside. She closed her eyes to force back the warmth welling up in them, and murmured, "Yes, I love Henry."


    As her words fell, Matthew Saxon’s expression froze into ice. Looking at the woman standing before him, he felt an extreme sense of disappointment.


    After a few seconds of silence, his gaze, cold as icicles, fixed on her face, and he pulled a thin smile at the corner of his lips, his voice bone-chillingly cold, stating word by word, "Get out."


    Scarlett was startled for a moment, looking at him in astonishment.


    Matthew Saxon only gave her onest nce, turned around, his voice harsh and unyielding: "Scarlett Yates, leave before I lose my temper with you. Get out now."