Chapter 437: Chapter 437 Ashton Brooks, I Hate You
"Alright, alright, no need for niceties anymore, go chase after your little beauty. I saw her eyes were red from sadness. You should really coax her well, that girl seems to like you a lot. It’s just that she’s timid, so unless you use so special thod, she won’t say it."
Matthew Saxon listened to Pearl Simmons’ words, remained silent for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "I know what she’s afraid of, and I know what she wants, but I’m not planning to tell her now."
Pearl Simmons gently sighed, shook her head, and smiled, "I really don’t know what you’re pondering, if you like her, just say it. What’s so hard about expressing it? Matthew, don’t bla
for not warning you. If you keep dragging it out and hiding your feelings, be careful, one day you might drive that girl away, and by then, it’ll be too late for regrets."
"That day will never co." Matthew said with full confidence, a determined light flashing in his long, narrow phoenix eyes, as he curled his lips into a smile.
Pearl Simmons also laughed, "You always look like everything is within your control. It’s good to be confident, but sotis being too conceited can lead to downfall."
After bidding farewell, Pearl Simmons’ eyes beca deep and distant, as if she was lost in a long-past mory.
Once, she had t a man as conceited as Matthew. That man was strong, domineering, arrogant, almost like a king who believed he was supre. Whatever he desired, whether a person or a thing, he would stop at nothing to obtain. Even if he had to seize it, he would.
She was attracted by such charisma and his power, willing to stay by his side in humble submission to gain his heart, convinced that her sacrifices would eventually be rewarded...
But later on, that man led another woman to her, those arrogant and indifferent eyes looked at her coldly, word by word, he told her, "Pearl Simmons, I never loved you."
"Why? You don’t love , why did you let
stay by your side? You don’t love , why did you want
to be your woman?"
"Love? Heh, Pearl Simmons, you’re not young anymore, how can you be so naive? You ca willingly to , why should I refuse?"
"Miss Pearl Simmons, the dream girl of many n in A City, you know, n have vanity. To have a woman like you as my bed companion, why wouldn’t I?"
"Ashton Brooks, I hate you!"
"Hate? Pearl Simmons, do you think I care whether a aningless woman to
hates
or not? Hate
if it’ll make Eldest Young Miss Simmons rember
for a lifeti, I wouldn’t mind you hating
a bit more."
Thinking about that person, Pearl Simmons realized she no longer felt hatred toward him; looking back, there was only a faint lancholy.
The ridiculous things experienced in youth, love or hate, have long been worn away by ti.
As for that man, it’s not difficult to know his status; he appears on the front pages every few days. Even if she doesn’t want to pay attention, it’s inevitable to co across so news about him.
Ashton Brooks, the most powerful man in F City, who doesn’t know him?
Over the years, Ashton Brooks has beco more successful, acting as a local overlord.
Just a while ago, she saw his interview on television.
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