<h4>Chapter 953: Chapter 953: I’m Not Irreceable for You</h4>


    "Are you admitting that you willingly apanied Maxwell Saxon?" Thetter part of the sentence was automatically ignored by Matthew Saxon, his mind solely focused on her earlier words.


    When Maxwell told him these things, he didn’t believe it, thinking it was just an attempt to sow discord.


    But now, with Scarlett Yates confessing to it, what else was there to say?


    "Scarlett Yates, when you were repaying your so-called debt of gratitude, did you ever consider my feelings?" Matthew Saxon looked at the woman who had upied his thoughts for so long with deep disappointment.


    If the person she was repaying wasn’t Maxwell Saxon, and if she hadn’t chosen such a time, he might have understood her.


    But she knew all too well the animosity between him and Maxwell, knew that Maxwell wanted to destroy the Saxon Family, yet she couldugh and talk with his enemy, they seemed quite harmonious.


    In her heart, what did he even count for?


    Did she not care about his thoughts at all?


    The more Matthew thought, the more disappointed he grew, and in a moment of anger, some words slipped out: "Scarlett Yates, if you really don’t want to marry me, I won’t force you, everything will be as you wish."


    "You’ve misunderstood me, I never meant to say I don’t want to marry you."


    The disappointment in Matthew’s eyes felt like a dagger, making Scarlett Yates’ heartache.


    She admitted, shecked consideration.


    At the time, she hadn’t thought that her trip with Maxwell to the snowy mountains would be photographed by reporters.


    She simply wanted to repay his kindness as quickly as possible.


    She thought no one would find out about this, treating it as justpleting a task, with the hope that once her task was done, Maxwell would leave.


    She wanted to exin, but Matthew’s gaze looked as if he had already sentenced her with no chance for appeal.


    "Scarlett Yates, I like you, which is why I’m willing to let you trample on my self-esteem, but that doesn’t mean I’ll tolerate you indefinitely."


    In a moment of extreme anger, he lost reason and said something he wouldter regret deeply: "You should know, I’m not dependent on you alone."


    Words of exnation reached her lips, but Scarlett felt there was no point in speaking them.


    He had just said, he wasn’t dependent on her alone.


    It felt as if someone had poured ice water over her heart, instantly chilling her to the core.


    The cold pierced through her flesh, leaving her heart aching with each contraction.


    Her face, already sickly, turned pale, then gloomy.


    She bowed her head, a bitter smile on her lips, and said softly, "Yes, you are the distinguished young master of a noble family, many girls dream of marrying you, I... I am nothing."


    "What do you mean by that?" Matthew frowned, "You did something to wrong me, and you’re ming me?"


    Scarlett’s voice dropped even lower: "Yes, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have attended Maxwell’s birthday, I’m sorry, I didn’t consider your feelings, it’s my fault."


    "The way you say that, it sounds like I’m forcing you to admit guilt." Matthew had been holding in this frustration for a long time.


    From the moment he saw that news article, he had bottled up his feelings until now.


    Hearing her respond with a voice full of grievance and sadness made him increasingly ufortable, his sole focus on venting his anger: "If you really like Maxwell Saxon, there’s still time to back out now, I won’t stop you. I heard he’s leaving Z City with May Denton tomorrow, if you want to leave with him, I can arrange it."