<h4>Chapter 975: Chapter 975: You’re Trying to Murder Your Husband</h4>


    Awakened by the tug, Scarlett Yates seemed to snap out of a dream and suddenly realized that Matthew Saxon was actually taking her to the men’s bathhouse. Her face changed instantly, and she pulled his hand: "Wait, Matthew Saxon, what are you doing."


    Matthew Saxon turned back to nce at her, his expression suggesting she was overreacting. He winked at her, smiling ambiguously: "It’s so boring to soak alone, with no one to talk to. Let’s soak together."


    "Wait, wait!"


    He pulled her forward a few more steps.


    Already at the entrance of the men’s bathhouse, Scarlett Yates was so anxious she shouted, clinging to the door frame: "Let go of me, I don’t want to go in with you."


    A single man and woman alone in a hot spring, it was clearly setting the ambiance for something, and Scarlett Yates didn’t want to walk into the lion’s den.


    "It’s just soaking in the hot spring together, chatting. What are you afraid of? I won’t eat you."


    Well, at most he’ll take advantage.


    Scarlett Yates got angry: "Matthew Saxon, are you going to let go or not."


    She’s been teased by him countless times today; this was thest straw. If he doesn’t let go, she won’t hold back!


    Matthew Saxon’s thin lips curved, with his bewitching peach blossom eyes half-closed as he looked at her, raising his eyebrow slightly as if silently saying: Scarlett Yates, I’m not letting go. I want to see how you n to be unkind.


    Scarlett Yates took a deep breath, thinking: Matthew Saxon, you’re forcing me, don’t me meter.


    She lowered her head and bit Matthew Saxon’s hand, and that bite seemed insufficient, so she also kicked his leg.


    Matthew Saxon winced in pain and released his grip.


    Scarlett Yates turned and ran, and as soon as she entered the women’s bathhouse, the first thing she did was lock the door.


    Outside, a disgruntled voice sounded: "Scarlett Yates, this is attempted murder of your husband. Just wait and see how I’ll deal with youter."


    Scarlett Yates made a face where he couldn’t see.


    She never forgot the phrase ’Beware of fire, theft, and Matthew Saxon.’


    Tonight, ever since he returned, his eyes have been roaming incessantly over her, clearly up to no good.


    He repeatedly teased her, treating her like a monkey, not allowing her even a bit of defiance.


    The bite she gave was no mere show; she guessed Matthew Saxon’s hand must bear a bloodied tooth mark.


    The women’s bathhouse was constructed in a vintage style, modeled after the bathing pool of Concubine Noble of the Tang Dynasty. Since Matthew Saxon had previously given instructions, there were already maids who had scattered fresh petals into the pool.


    When Scarlett Yates saw the rose petals floating all over the water’s surface, she couldn’t help but sigh and shake her head in amazement: "Lavish, truly toovish, it’s just one soak in the hot spring, yet they’ve used so many petals."


    The pool was covered entirely with petals, probably over a thousand rose flowers were used.


    Once she’s done soaking, these petals will be gathered and discarded as trash.


    This level of indulgence Scarlett Yates had only ever seen on television.


    Unexpectedly, she too could experience the treatment of Concubine Noble.


    Although she verbally criticized the extravagance and waste, what woman wouldn’t like soaking in a pool filled with rose petals?


    Soaking in the warm water, the petals quickly evaporated a faint rose fragrance.


    Scarlett Yates inhaled deeply several times, her face showing a blissful expression.