Chapter 952: Chapter 952: Actually, You’ve Always Rembered Him
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 engagent, 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 collaborated 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 ."
"You haven’t answered my question, Scarlett." Maxwell Saxon showed no rcy. 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 tis.
Once certain thoughts erge, they seem to take root, sprout, and then blossom into a dark flower in the heart.
"You and Uncle Thompson tead up to trick
just to make
let him go, didn’t you?"
"You told
you don’t rember anything from your childhood, but you actually rember him, don’t you?"
"He still rembers the things from back then, which ans you were very special to him, very important. Is he just as important to you?"
"Talk to !" he ground his teeth in anger, his forehead veins bulging.
Scarlett Yates was frightened by his deanor.
The person who was gentle and considerate just a mont ago suddenly beca so terrifying.
"Why aren’t you talking?"
The more silent she was, the angrier Matthew Saxon beca, 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
first? I’m truly uncomfortable."
Hearing her cough twice and noticing the cold sweat on her forehead, Matthew Saxon suddenly rembered 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, a layer of darkness shrouding his handso face: "I want to know the answer. Tell , 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 . I was with Maxwell Saxon that day to celebrate his birthday. He wasn’t lying; I did it to repay a debt. He saved
three tis, and he said he hoped I could accompany him on his birthday. I agreed."
On that day at the snowy mountain...
Admittedly, I had a great ti.
For that mont, 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 bla Matthew Saxon.
His suspicion is all because of what I caused.
Anyone who saw those photos would think I have a deep relationship with Maxwell Saxon, let alone Matthew Saxon, especially at such a sensitive and special ti.
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