<h4>Chapter 867: Chapter 867: So You Care About Me This Much</h4>


    "Then tell me, is there anything I can do for you? Are you really nning to just sit and wait for death?" Scarlett Yates anxiously grabbed his cor, her petite face scrunching up.


    Matthew Saxon curled his lips, lifted her chin with one hand, and gazed deeply into her eyes with his long, narrow eyes. There was a drowning tenderness in his eyes: "Scarlett, so you really do care about me."


    Scarlett’s face flushed as she pped his hand away, frowning urgently, "Matthew Saxon, you..."


    "Hush, Scarlett, don’t talk, let me hold you for a while, alright?" Matthew gently pulled her into his embrace, softly burying his head into the crook of her neck, taking a deep breath. One hand gently stroked her hair while hezily leaned against her body, his thin lips closer to her ear, whispering, "Don’t worry, I won’t die. I have my people here."


    What?


    Scarlett’s eyes widened in surprise.


    Matthew continued to whisper softly by her ear, "Just hold on a little longer, at most two more days, and I’lle to get you."


    After speaking, he ruffled her hair on top of her head, just like he used to, until her hair was as messy as a bird’s nest. Only then did he stop, moving his head from Scarlett’s shoulder, pinching her cheek as he smiled wryly, "You heartless woman. I’ve been worrying about you so much that I’ve lost weight, while you’ve gained weight. The food at Maxwell Saxon’s ce must be quite good, huh?"


    Scarlett’s eyes were still wide open.


    Matthew pinched her face again, his fingers threading through her hair to gentlyb it, sarcastically remarked, "Did that guy Maxwell Saxon cook for you again?"


    Scarlett stared nkly at him, shaking her head.


    She heard clearly the words Matthew whispered by her ear just now.


    She had suspected that everything was part of his n all along. However, her concern led to confusion, even though every analysis proved he had deliberately fallen into Maxwell Saxon’s hands. Yet, because it involved him, she couldn’t help but worry.


    Finally hearing him say those words himself, a sudden relief washed over her as if a heavy burden had been lifted.


    These past days of uneasiness, tension, fear, and anxiety had constantly weighed on her heart. She never truly rxed.


    The tight string in her mind had been taut for too long, making her extremely tired.


    At this moment, she rxed significantly, a smile uncontrobly spreading across her face, and she even had the mood to joke with him: "I’ve been wanting to taste his cooking, but he’s been too busy to visit metely. I’ll mention it to him when he has some free time."


    "You wouldn’t dare." Instantly, there was a light knock on her forehead.


    Though the action was gentle, it didn’t serve as a threat in the least.


    As they joked around, suddenly, a sarcastic voice interjected: "Facing death and still in the mood to flirt, you two sure have some impressive spirit."


    Alice Green leaned against the staircase, arms folded across her chest, a sarcastic curve forming at the corner of her lips: "Matthew, you’re really quite rxed. Your brother definitely has designs on her. She’s been with a man who’s interested in her for days and nights, and you don’t mind at all? She might already be your brother’s woman by now."


    She finished, covering her mouth as sheughed, her voice bing increasingly sharp and mean: "Scarlett Yates, I’m really impressed with you, being able to toy with both of the Saxon brothers like this. Most women couldn’t do it. I’m tempted to learn a few tricks from you."