<h4>Chapter 961: Chapter 961: I Don’t Want to Repeat Myself</h4>


    He pushed the door open and said to her, "Seeing you like this makes me angry. You need to go in right now and get some sleep. Once you’ve rested, get up."


    He spoke while furrowing his brows, as if he really disliked her.


    "I... should sleep in your room?" Scarlett blinked, looking at him in surprise.


    "I’d better go back to my old room."


    If she stayed in Matthew Saxon’s room, then where would he sleep?


    No way... were they really going to share a room?


    At this thought, Scarlett’s face turned red, the blush bringing some life to her pale cheeks.


    "Stop right there." As soon as she took a step, Matthew called out to her with a cold expression.


    How many women dream of spending even one night in his bed, yet she was unwilling!


    With a domineering tone, he said, "You’re staying in my room. I don’t want to repeat myself."


    "And from now on, you’ll always sleep in my room." His tone was just as domineering and didn’t allow her any refusal.


    Scarlett was stunned.


    She lifted her head, her eyes wide, and asked in shock, "I’ll always sleep in your room?"


    "That’s right."


    "Then where will you sleep?" She blinked, her bright eyes wide like ss marbles.


    "I’ll sleep here too," Matthew said confidently.


    Scarlett felt her face heat up, her cheeks immediately turning a different shade of red as she stammered, "This, this doesn’t seem quite right."


    Matthew red at her and said coldly, "What’s wrong with it? You’re going to marry me soon anyway. Sooner orter, you’ll be mine. Living together a few days early won’t make a difference."


    Hearing this, Scarlett realized that he still intended to get married now.


    Previously, she’d upset him by suggesting they wait a few years to get married, and Scarlett wasn’t about to make the same mistake.


    This time, she didn’t object.


    Even though Matthew’s logic was sound, the thought of sharing a bed with him made Scarlett feel both anxious and shy.


    The night they were kidnapped, they had slept next to each other.


    But the circumstances were different from now.


    Back then, she was scared, and having Matthew by her side gave her peace.


    Plus, at that time, she didn’t worry he’d try anything inappropriate.


    But now...


    Her face grew even redder, and in her nervousness, she tangled her hands together, pulling tightly at her cor.


    Watching her blushing red ears, her head lowered so much she didn’t dare look at him, her fair and smooth neck tinted pink, Matthew’s heart stirred with the desire to lean down and kiss her.


    He resisted the impulse, with great difficulty moving his gaze away, and without caring about her agreement, he reached out with hisrge hand, grabbed hers, and led her into his room.


    Only when he pulled her to the bedside did he let go: "There’s a button on the bedside table. If you need anything, press it, and someone wille to help you. I still need to go to thepany to handle some things. If you need anything, you can find Olly."


    Thinking about the ck coat draped over Scarlett, Matthew furrowed his brow and immediately corrected himself: "If you need anything, you can find Olly."


    Scarlett still lowered her head and softly responded, "Okay."


    "If something very importantes up that needs to be discussed face-to-face, you can alsoe to thepany to find me."


    "Okay."