<h4>Chapter 866: Chapter 866: You’ve Lost Weight</h4>


    The building was guarded on all sides, with eight people stationed outside the main entrance. It was clear that Maxwell Saxon didn’t take his usually carefree and fun-loving brother lightly.


    When Scarlett Yates entered with excitement, she found Matthew Saxon still sitting in the hall watching TV.


    A foreign film was ying on the TV screen. He was quite absorbed, lounging nted on the sofa, his eyes half-closed, not noticing Scarlett Yates at all.


    It wasn’t until Scarlett approached the sofa and nced at the screen a few times following his gaze that he seemed to be aware and slowly turned his head.


    This was not the kind of meeting Scarlett had expected.


    She had been worried sick about him, yet hey there leisurely on the sofa watching a movie.


    Seeing he was safe and sound, Scarlett breathed a sigh of relief, then sat down beside him, turned her head, and seriously asked, "Is the movie good?"


    A trace of surprise shed in his long, narrow eyes. Matthew Saxon’s eyes narrowed again, and he stared at her for a full minute, then tossed aside the remote and suddenly pulled Scarlett into his arms.


    Scarlett also reached out and hugged him tightly.


    No words were exchanged; they both remained silent, as if anything said would be redundant at this moment.


    Only at this moment did Scarlett truly feel at ease.


    He was alive, he was still very much alive.


    Dreams sure are the opposite.


    Her repeated nightmares over the past few days weren’t any sort of omen.


    But thoughts of what happened in the dreams still left her uneasy, so she tightened her grip around his waist, holding him even more tightly.


    In his familiar embrace, she buried her head in his chest, greedily inhaling his scent.


    Tears flowed silently, soon soaking Matthew Saxon’s shirt.


    Feeling the dampness on his chest, Matthew lowered his head and saw her red eyes silently weeping. His gaze softened, and with his slender white fingers, he gently wiped her eyes, smiling, "Why are you crying? Did Maxwell give you a hard time?"


    Scarlett said nothing, pulled his sleeve to wipe her eyes, and even wiped her nose a bit before continuing to cry.


    Feigning disdain, Matthew extended his hand in front of her, teasing, "Would you like to wipe some more? This shirt’s absorbency isn’t bad."


    "Matthew," said Scarlett, her voice muffled as she remained buried in his chest, sobbing, then raised her walnut-like swollen eyes to look at him, "You’ve lost weight."


    Matthew really had lost weight.


    Even though it had only been a few days since theyst met, Scarlett felt his face had slimmed down, and he didn’t look very well.


    Matthew smiled and touched his face, then nodded, "Yeah, I’ve lost a bit of weight. When we get back, you should take good care of me."


    He spoke lightly, but Scarlett couldn’t rx, sniffed, her eyes full of concern, "Do you know what Maxwell ns to do with you?"


    Matthew patted her head, his narrow eyes smiling, nodding, "Hmm, I know."


    Seeing him so unconcerned despite the peril, Scarlett grew anxious, "You know but still act so nonchntly? He really is capable of being ruthless with you."


    Matthew remained indifferent, nodding, "When he was five, he could already kill an adult. Of course, I know his methods."