<h4>Chapter 949: Chapter 949: I Carried You Back</h4>


    The ck silk robe glistened in the sunlight, loose and flowing, its hem swaying between his strong, straight legs.


    Looking past his shoulder, she could see the yellowing ne tree leaves, most of the withered leaves had fallen, leaving half still trembling on the branches, rustling when the wind blew.


    Scarlett Yates rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed.


    She stared nkly at that familiar back of the head, rubbed her eyes again hard, and wondered if she was dreaming.


    Before she fell asleep, she was still on the ne. How did she wake up in Matthew Saxon’s room?


    Indeed, the moment she opened her eyes, she found herself in Matthew Saxon’s bedroom. Everything from the familiar scent in the air to the furnishings in the room was exactly like Matthew Saxon’s bedroom.


    And that figure in ck standing by the window, who else could it be if not Matthew Saxon?


    When she widened her eyes to look at that figure again, the ck silhouette moved slightly, and the body that was facing away from her turned around.


    Long, narrow phoenix eyes, enchanting gaze, seductive thin lips, and when he smiled, that barely-there demon-like smile on his lips. When that stunningly handsome face came into Scarlett’s view, her heart gave a fierce tremble.


    She was stunned, still staring nkly at Matthew Saxon, with some confusion in her eyes: "Matthew Saxon?"


    "You’re finally awake." Matthew Saxon smiled slightly and walked over to her with his long, straight legs.


    After reaching the bed, he stretched out hisrge hand to her forehead, his cool hand resting there for a moment, then he smiled again: "Hmm, the fever’s down, are you feeling better?"


    "I... wasn’t I on the ne? How could I..."


    She didn’t even know when she got off the ne or how she got off, having no impression of it at all.


    Matthew Saxon held her hand, sat down by the bed, took a cushion and put it behind her, and said with a smile: "You had a high fever and were groggy. I carried you back."


    She was stunned again: "Did you pick me up from the airport?"


    "Yes, I called you several times, but you didn’t respond, and it scared me badly."


    After he finished speaking, as if still worried, he pressed his forehead against hers to check her temperature again, and only after confirming that her fever had finally broken did he breathe a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice: "Elian Thomson, that old man, I repeatedly told him to take good care of you, and he promised, yet he let you end up like this. He’s got some nerve."


    So, she wasn’t dreaming. She really had returned to Z City, back by Matthew Saxon’s side.


    Scarlett felt a wave of excitement and happiness, staring gooily at Matthew Saxon.


    He had lost weight, quite a bit actually, and looked a bit haggard.


    Compared to her, the sick patient, he didn’t seem much better.


    "What’s wrong, would you like some water?" Seeing her staring dazedly at him, Matthew Saxon sped her soft, delicate hand within his palm, his voice low and tender: "Scarlett, you’re safe now, I will protect you well and never let you suffer any grievances again."


    "Matthew Saxon, did you get Seymour back?" His hand was a bit cool at first, but it quickly became warm, and as he held her hand firmly, it felt like a reassuring strength was transferring from his palm into her body.