Chapter 1319: Otherwise, Who Do You Think It Is?

Maxwell Saxon’s move is really sinister. Her mind was in chaos, but one thought was crystal clear: no matter what, she needed to find an opportunity to explain to Matthew Saxon.

Regardless of whether he would still believe her, she had to explain and tell him the truth.

She stayed alone in the room, completely unaware of the situation outside, growing increasingly uncertain inside.

What will Maxwell say to Matthew after she leaves?

His intention to create misunderstandings between them and spice up his stories to tell Matthew is not impossible.

She was so engrossed in thinking about how to explain it to Matthew that she didn’t notice when the door was pushed open.

A tall, slender figure stood at the doorway.

The hallway was dimly lit, and the figure outside was shrouded in shadows, with an intermittently changing light revealing a handsome yet sullen face.

By the time Scarlett Yates sensed something was amiss, Matthew Saxon had already walked in and closed the door.

The bedroom door made a slight noise as it shut.

Scarlett was startled, lifting her head in surprise.

Matthew Saxon closed the door and slowly turned around.

"You..." Upon seeing who had entered uninvited, Scarlett’s surprise deepened, and she stared blankly at him, exclaiming, "Why is it you?"

"Otherwise, who did you expect?" His almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of danger overflowing from them. His lips curved into a cold, mocking smile, "Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m afraid my big brother couldn’t make it to see you at this time."

"That’s not what I meant." Scarlett hurriedly stood up to explain, fearing he might misunderstand further, "I was just surprised he would let you come here. Matthew Saxon, I was just looking for an opportunity to explain to you, no matter what you saw or heard tonight, it’s not what you think. Really, please believe me."

Earlier, even before seeing him, she had been thinking about how she should explain if given the chance.

She thought about countless things.

How to start the conversation, how to express her intentions clearly and succinctly, and what tone she should use—she had considered it all.

She hadn’t expected the opportunity to come so quickly.

The words she had been preparing in her mind seemed to vanish in an instant, leaving her at a loss for what to say when she saw him.

Her explanation appeared pale and perfunctory.

"Oh, really?" Matthew curled his lips with a sneer in his eyes, stepping closer to her, "Then tell me, what is the truth? Maxwell Saxon said you are his fiancée and that you’re getting married this month, but if I remember correctly, we are still married, aren’t we?"

"Even if you can’t wait, you should remember that you are still married. If you want to be with Maxwell, I can’t stand in your way, but I absolutely won’t tolerate being played like a fool."

"Scarlett Yates, you are two-faced, what exactly are you scheming?"

The closer he got, the more the chill emanating from him became overwhelming.

There wasn’t a trace of warmth in his almond-shaped eyes, which were as cold as ice, glaring at her viciously.

His expression was terrifyingly sullen, exuding an aura of dread. His gaze towards her was both cold and ruthless, as if he wanted nothing more than to tear her to shreds.