Will the Aloof Billi Chapter 949: I Carried You Back

Chapter 949: Chapter 949: I Carried You Back

The black silk robe glistened in the sunlight, loose and flowing, its hem swaying between his strong, straight legs.

Looking past his shoulder, she could see the yellowing plane tree leaves, most of the withered leaves had fallen, leaving half still trembling on the branches, rustling when the wind blew.

Scarlett Yates rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed.

She stared blankly at that familiar back of the head, rubbed her eyes again hard, and wondered if she was dreaming.

Before she fell asleep, she was still on the plane. How did she wake up in Matthew Saxon’s room?

Indeed, the mont she opened her eyes, she found herself in Matthew Saxon’s bedroom. Everything from the familiar scent in the air to the furnishings in the room was exactly like Matthew Saxon’s bedroom.

And that figure in black standing by the window, who else could it be if not Matthew Saxon?

When she widened her eyes to look at that figure again, the black silhouette moved slightly, and the body that was facing away from her turned around.

Long, narrow phoenix eyes, enchanting gaze, seductive thin lips, and when he smiled, that barely-there demon-like smile on his lips. When that stunningly handso face ca into Scarlett’s view, her heart gave a fierce tremble.

She was stunned, still staring blankly at Matthew Saxon, with so confusion in her eyes: "Matthew Saxon?"

"You’re finally awake." Matthew Saxon smiled slightly and walked over to her with his long, straight legs.

After reaching the bed, he stretched out his large hand to her forehead, his cool hand resting there for a mont, then he smiled again: "Hmm, the fever’s down, are you feeling better?"

"I... wasn’t I on the plane? How could I..."

She didn’t even know when she got off the plane or how she got off, having no impression of it at all.

Matthew Saxon held her hand, sat down by the bed, took a cushion and put it behind her, and said with a smile: "You had a high fever and were groggy. I carried you back."

She was stunned again: "Did you pick

up from the airport?"

"Yes, I called you several tis, but you didn’t respond, and it scared

badly."

After he finished speaking, as if still worried, he pressed his forehead against hers to check her temperature again, and only after confirming that her fever had finally broken did he breathe a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice: "Elian Thomson, that old man, I repeatedly told him to take good care of you, and he promised, yet he let you end up like this. He’s got so nerve."

So, she wasn’t dreaming. She really had returned to Z City, back by Matthew Saxon’s side.

Scarlett felt a wave of excitent and happiness, staring gooily at Matthew Saxon.

He had lost weight, quite a bit actually, and looked a bit haggard.

Compared to her, the sick patient, he didn’t seem much better.

"What’s wrong, would you like so water?" Seeing her staring dazedly at him, Matthew Saxon clasped her soft, delicate hand within his palm, his voice low and tender: "Scarlett, you’re safe now, I will protect you well and never let you suffer any grievances again."

"Matthew Saxon, did you get Seymour back?" His hand was a bit cool at first, but it quickly beca warm, and as he held her hand firmly, it felt like a reassuring strength was transferring from his palm into her body.