Chapter 1322: You Asked for This

"I told Old Master Yates about you being trapped here. He doesn’t want to be enemies with the Saxon Family, so he agreed to my request and is willing to hide it from Dad and let us leave.""With his help, we will definitely be able to leave."

Matthew Saxon quietly looked at her, saying nothing, his eyes carrying a bit of hesitation and doubt, as if he was seriously considering whether to believe her.

In the end, he was indeed swayed.

Scarlett Yates bit her lip, deciding to strike while the iron is hot, suddenly rushing forward and throwing herself into his arms to tightly embrace him.

She seldom acted so proactively.

Her face was burning with heat, revealing a faint blush on her fair skin, her heartbeat was fast and chaotic. She pressed her face against his chest, greedily taking a breath, her face flushed as she softly said, "Can you trust me one more time? Just this once."

Matthew Saxon’s body stiffened, stunned, with surprise glancing downward.

This woman actually threw herself at him.

A moment ago, she was nestled in Maxwell Saxon’s arms, and now she was voluntarily in his arms. Does she have any sense of shame left?

Did she think he was some naive young man who had never seen a woman, tricked into confusion with a bit of sweetness?

Many women had thrown themselves into his arms, and in terms of tactics, other women far surpassed her. If she wanted to use the *** approach, at least show a bit more sincerity; what’s the meaning of this now?

Does she consider him so easily deceived?

Yet, why couldn’t he bear to push her away?

When her fragrant and soft body nestled in his arms, when she lifted her flushed little face to look pitifully at him, when she pleaded with him in a soft, tender voice, his rationality collapsed in an instant.

It was as if a pair of hands was pulling him into a trap she set.

"Scarlett Yates, you brought this on yourself." His long, narrow eyes narrowed dangerously. He pursed his lips, his hand fell to her waist, swirling her body in a circle, and in the blink of an eye, pressed her onto the sofa.

The sofa was very soft.

When Scarlett Yates’s body fell, the sofa immediately sank in.

As Matthew Saxon’s body fell alongside her, he casually threw the obstructive cushion on the sofa to the floor.

In the midst of the world turning upside down, as Scarlett Yates recovered from her shock, Matthew Saxon’s handsome, devilish face was only a fist’s distance away.

Face to face, at such a close distance, their breaths entwined.

His face was within reach.

His breath was close to her ear.

His eyes, as deep as night, seemed to possess a certain magic, easily intoxicating one.

Scarlett Yates’s heart raced, trembling wildly.

Faster and faster, beyond her control, forcefully and urgently trembling.

"Matthew... Matthew Saxon, what are you... what are you going to do?" Her lips moved with difficulty, uttering a string of halting sound.

His Peach Blossom Eyes carried electricity, the kind that made her dizzy, not only unable to think, but unable to speak clearly.

"Do what?" He curled his lips, a mischievous smile, "Weren’t you just throwing yourself at me? Why ask what I want to do now?"

"Scarlett Yates, were you using this worn-out strategy of wanting to get caught to confuse me before?"

And he actually fell for it.

Knowing well she was playing games, yet still willingly falling into her trap.