Chapter 421: Chapter 421: Even a Blind Man Can Tell He Likes You
Goodbye, but who knows when we will et again?
His longing gaze reluctantly withdrew from her.
The evening breeze swayed the lanterns under the eaves back and forth, and the light within each octagonal lantern swayed gently too.
Henry Dales’ pale, handso face flickered in the swaying lights, his pitch-black, soft hair blown by the wind, half covering his brow. The smile on his lips faded abruptly the mont he turned around.
Monts later, the black Bentley gradually disappeared into the distant darkness.
Scarlett Yates lowered her head, fingers gently stroking the long box, her eyes cast down, obscuring her gaze and her expression.
Matthew Saxon wore a grim expression as he carried her into the car.
The car door closed, and he saw Scarlett Yates shrink into a corner without speaking, just looking down at the box Henry had given her. In an instant, anger ignited in his eyes. His expression turned darker and darker, and despite trying to restrain it, he couldn’t help but mock coldly, "It seems Henry Dales’ departure has taken your soul as well. Since you find it so hard to part with him, why didn’t you ask him to stay? Maybe, in a mont of impulse, he would have stayed by your side."
Scarlett Yates was taken aback, slowly lifting her head, a look of surprise on her face. She stared at Matthew Saxon’s dark, somber face for a few seconds, then lowered her head again and whispered, "Don’t talk nonsense. There’s nothing between Senior Brother Dales and ."
"Nothing?" Matthew Saxon sneered coldly, "If there really is nothing between you, would he have co all the way here just to give you a birthday gift? Scarlett Yates, Henry Dales has never treated any other woman like this. Even a blind person can see he likes you."
The Young Master of the Dales Family is such a proud person, even if he appears polite and gentle on the surface, he has not done such things for any woman.
Scarlett Yates’ expression changed slightly. She clutched the wooden box tightly, paused for a few seconds, and then said softly, "It’s just a birthday gift, it doesn’t represent anything. Senior Brother Dales already has a fiancée, don’t talk nonsense."
"Whether I’m talking nonsense, you know very well in your heart." Matthew Saxon, with eyes burning with anger, fixed his gaze on the wooden box in her hand, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and he laughed coldly, "I have to see what this special gift is!"
With that, he reached out to snatch the wooden box from her hand.
"Matthew Saxon, what are you doing!" Scarlett Yates didn’t expect him to do this. By the ti she realized what he was doing, the box in her hand had already been taken by him.
Matthew Saxon held the wooden box in his hand, and seeing her expression full of shock and anger, he let out a low, cold laugh, and said with a cold face, "What, is there sothing unspeakable about this gift that I can’t see?"
He was speaking recklessly.
An inexplicable rage burned within him, consuming every bit of reason and calm.
In this mont, overwheld by anger, he didn’t care what he was saying, only wanting to vent his inner dissatisfaction.
This dissatisfaction began the mont he saw Henry Dales appear.
He had held it in until now, finally unable to restrain its explosion.
When Henry Dales left, he clearly saw the reluctance and sorrow in her eyes.
She was reluctant to let Henry Dales go, she felt sad for his departure.
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