Chapter 1320: I Will Not Marry Him

Scarlett Yates unwittingly stepped back: "Matthew Saxon, listen to me, you really misunderstood."His phoenix eyes narrowed, an intense gaze fixed firmly on her as he sneered coldly: "Alright, I’ll give you a chance, I want to hear what kind of nonsense you can concoct to fool me."

"I’m not really going to marry him." Scarlett’s voice was very low, yet audible to Matthew Saxon.

She wasn’t sure if Maxwell Saxon had people eavesdropping outside.

According to her understanding of Maxwell Saxon, such a possessive person would never allow her and Matthew to have a chance to be alone.

Yet now, Matthew had come looking for her.

He could enter her resting room so easily; perhaps Maxwell Saxon deliberately allowed him to come here.

Perhaps Maxwell Saxon still doesn’t trust her, which is why he let Matthew come over and have people eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Oh, so you’re saying it wasn’t voluntary?" He acted as if he was listening to her explanation, but with every word she said, he mocked her with a sardonic smile, expressing his disdain and distrust.

"Dad wants to rope him in, so he’s using me as a bargaining chip. As long as I marry Maxwell Saxon, Maxwell will help him out. For them, it’s just a mutually beneficial transaction. Now, both you and I are under their surveillance, with no real room for negotiation."

Matthew Saxon smirked and raised an eyebrow: "So, you’re being forced?"

His tone carried a hint of mockery, blatantly disbelieving her words.

Scarlett felt a headache coming on. She knew it would be like this; getting him to trust her again was almost impossible.

"I’m not going to marry him. I have only temporarily agreed. Tomorrow we can return to Z City. I’ve already talked to Old Master Yates; someone will pick you up at the hospital tomorrow, and he’ll arrange a private jet to take us back." Even if he didn’t believe her, she had to keep talking.

"Matthew Saxon, even if I have to beg you, please believe me this once. I won’t harm you. No matter what, you must leave here first; given Maxwell Saxon’s character, if you don’t leave soon, he will definitely target you sooner or later."

This was what she was most worried about.

Maxwell Saxon’s promises were utterly unreliable.

Perhaps he would agree now, but change his mind the next moment.

"You seem to really be considering my well-being." Unknowingly, Matthew Saxon had already walked up to her.

His fingers were long and beautiful, with distinct joints and a slight coolness, landing on her jaw.

With a gentle flick of his fingers, he raised her head to where she could look him straight in the eyes, his seductive thin lips curling into a charming arc: "Scarlett Yates, are you trying to tell me that you are forced by them all because of me, that everything you do is for me?"

His fingers lightly caressed the graceful curve of her chin, the captivating peach blossom eyes brimming with laughter. Because he was so close, his warm breath fell softly near her lips.

The area he touched was covered in goosebumps, like electric shocks, causing her to tremble.

At this moment.

In this room with just the two of them, he stood right in front of her, only a step away.

He only needed to lower his head to kiss her.