Chapter 1276: That Figure, So Familiar

In a matter of mutual consent, where does guilt come in? This Scarlett Yates...

She’s unlike any other woman he’s ever been involved with.

His heart has never intensely trembled for any woman, but when he kissed her, his heart was beating so fast, a feeling inexplicable and indescribable was on the brink of expanding from somewhere within him.

He couldn’t control this feeling, and even he hadn’t figured out exactly what was happening.

What he hated the most was things beyond his control.

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Soon, Scarlett Yates brought over the clean clothes.

She had just helped Matthew Saxon put on his shirt and was about to help him with his pants. As she was holding the corner of the blanket to lift it, Matthew Saxon grabbed her hand: "Leave it, I’ll do it myself. Go buy me some wontons now."

Matthew Saxon’s voice was a bit hoarse, as if it had been scorched by heat.

The hand grasping Scarlett Yates’ wrist was also scorching hot.

"You’ll do it yourself?" Scarlett Yates was momentarily stunned and asked in surprise, "Didn’t you say you were injured and couldn’t move conveniently on your own..."

Halfway through speaking, she stopped.

A few seconds later, she straightened up slowly, shook her hand free from his burning palm, put her hands on her hips, and glared at him angrily: "Matthew Saxon, you could clearly do it yourself, right? Were you intentionally lying to fool me just now?"

Since being with him, she felt like she left her brain behind.

His leg had almost healed, and he was about to have the cast removed, with no severe injuries elsewhere on his body, so how could it be inconvenient to change clothes?

Wasn’t he just saying it was inconvenient to mess with her?

Matthew Saxon lifted his gaze lazily and glanced at her. Even as she exposed his lie, he did not argue, nodding in frank admission: "Yes, I lied to you."

"You... you... how could you do this?" Scarlett Yates’ hand shook twice as she pointed at him, trembling.

"Why not?" He raised his brow, smirking impishly, "You’re the one who said you wanted to stay and take care of me. If I don’t find something for you to do, wouldn’t your kindness be wasted?"

Scarlett Yates: "...This is double standards!"

Who just said they hated being deceived the most!

"Don’t like it?" He smirked provokingly, "Then you can leave. No one’s keeping you here. You’ve always been free. Don’t forget, you’re the one who insisted on staying. I just felt sorry for you..."

Scarlett Yates really, really wanted to punch him.

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The wonton shop Matthew Saxon mentioned is just across a street from the hospital, directly across the road, then walk straight for more than ten minutes along the street.

After buying the wontons, Scarlett Yates kept recalling his words about them not tasting good if they got cold, and as soon as she left the store, she fastened the meal box and hurriedly headed toward the hospital.

After a few steps, her expression suddenly changed, and her brisk footsteps came to an abrupt stop.

Scarlett Yates stood at a traffic light, staring motionlessly at a silhouette in the distance.

That silhouette was very familiar.

Familiar to the extent that even with just a back view, Scarlett Yates quickly recognized him, her gaze immediately locked onto that figure.

That person wore a black overcoat, with a slender and long silhouette, standing on the crowded and lively street, the air around him was cool and aloof.

That unique aura could belong to no one but him.