<h4>Chapter 952: Chapter 952: Actually, You’ve Always Remembered Him</h4>


    He didn’t intend to bring this up right now.


    But when she suddenly suggested postponing the wedding for two years, he was shocked and angry. When I thought about her wanting to break off the engagement, I could only associate it with Maxwell Saxon.


    He had even been wondering if her kidnapping by Uncle Thompson was real or if she had coborated with Uncle Thompson to deceive him in order to save Maxwell Saxon.


    He clenched her chin with great force, causing Scarlett Yates to feel the pain. She frowned, lifted her pale face, and looked at him, "Matthew Saxon, let go. You’re hurting me."


    "You haven’t answered my question, Scarlett." Maxwell Saxon showed no mercy. He didn’t release his grip; instead, he tightened it, his eyes burning with rage. "Did you willingly go with him? Do you feel happy when you’re with him?"


    Just the thought of her smiling so brightly at Maxwell Saxon made him insanely jealous.


    Even he hadn’t seen her smile like that many times.


    Once certain thoughts emerge, they seem to take root, sprout, and then blossom into a dark flower in the heart.


    "You and Uncle Thompson teamed up to trick me just to make me let him go, didn’t you?"


    "You told me you don’t remember anything from your childhood, but you actually remember him, don’t you?"


    "He still remembers the things from back then, which means you were very special to him, very important. Is he just as important to you?"


    "Talk to me!" he ground his teeth in anger, his forehead veins bulging.


    Scarlett Yates was frightened by his demeanor.


    The person who was gentle and considerate just a moment ago suddenly became so terrifying.


    "Why aren’t you talking?"


    The more silent she was, the angrier Matthew Saxon became, tightening his grip: "Is it because I hit the nail on the head, and that’s why you’re too guilty to speak?"


    Scarlett Yates was in so much pain that cold sweat began to form on her forehead.


    She had just gotten over a fever, her body was still weak, and her head hurt a bit. Being gripped so firmly like this made her face even paler. She bit her lip and said, "Matthew Saxon, could you release me first? I’m truly ufortable."


    Hearing her cough twice and noticing the cold sweat on her forehead, Matthew Saxon suddenly remembered that she had just recovered from a severe illness.


    He loosened his grip, and Scarlett Yates’s head turned to the side from the force of his hand.


    He stood up, looking down at her from above, ayer of darkness shrouding his handsome face: "I want to know the answer. Tell me, Scarlett."


    Scarlett Yates rubbed her chin, which had turned red from the grip, then wiped the sweat from her forehead before slowly raising her head to look at him: "The woman in the photos is me. I was with Maxwell Saxon that day to celebrate his birthday. He wasn’t lying; I did it to repay a debt. He saved me three times, and he said he hoped I could apany him on his birthday. I agreed."


    On that day at the snowy mountain...


    Admittedly, I had a great time.


    For that moment, I had put aside all unhappiness and troubles.


    If it weren’t for seeing those photos just now, I wouldn’t have known I could smile so happily.


    "But as for Uncle Thompson, I absolutely didn’t collude with him to deceive you."


    What should I say?


    I really have no grounds to me Matthew Saxon.


    His suspicion is all because of what I caused.


    Anyone who saw those photos would think I have a deep rtionship with Maxwell Saxon, let alone Matthew Saxon, especially at such a sensitive and special time.