Chapter 1105: Chapter 1105: I Shouldn’t Have Doubted You
Matthew Saxon had never felt so insecure before, wanting to seek reassurance through that thin little red book.
"But..." Scarlett Yates lowered her head and her voice, speaking with a hint of grievance and bitterness, "You’re still suspicious of me and Maxwell Saxon... Matthew, do you really think it’s necessary for us to register for marriage right now?"
Matthew’s expression changed slightly, his eyebrows furrowing.
"You simply don’t believe me, even if we got married, how long would it last?" Her voice lowered further, as if she was murmuring to herself.
This matter would always remain a knot in their hearts, every time they thought about it, they’d feel uncomfortable inside.
A long silence ensued.
Scarlett felt as though a century had passed, when in reality, it had been only a minute.
Matthew’s gaze flickered as he reached out, intending to hold her hand, but remembered she had ointment on, and instead gently pressed his hand against her hand back: "I need to apologize for last night’s incident."
Scarlett froze, looking at him in surprise.
Matthew’s gaze was unwavering, with an apology in his eyes as he steadily looked at her: "I was too impulsive and couldn’t control my temper, I shouldn’t have doubted you casually."
How could he...
A trace of confusion appeared in Scarlett’s eyes: "You..."
As Matthew spoke, his eyebrows tightened further: "I misunderstood you, Scarlett."
Impulsiveness is the Devil’s Realm, in the heat of a moment, all reason can be lost, and anything can happen.
When he gradually calmed down and went to Darknight City to carefully review the surveillance once more, he realized he might have truly misjudged her.
In the surveillance, when she ran out of the private room, she was still crying.
Shortly after she left, the door to the private room opened again, and Maxwell came out from inside.
In the crystal-clear footage, Maxwell gazed forlornly at the direction she left, his lips moved, uttering a sentence.
Judging from the lip movement, the sentence was easy to guess.
Maxwell said: Scarlett, I’m sorry.
Now, Matthew also said those same words to Scarlett: "Scarlett, I’m sorry."
Can one apology truly erase all the unhappiness?
The answer is clearly no.
It seems Matthew trusted her now, perhaps their misunderstanding was resolved?
But Scarlett couldn’t feel even a bit happy.
She didn’t know why Matthew suddenly trusted her again, but even if she wasn’t that bright, she knew it was related to his trip out.
"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have doubted you." Proud as he is, when has he ever said those three words "I’m sorry" to anyone?
Second Young Master Saxon acts according to his whims, does as he pleases, without concern for right or wrong.
Even if he’s wrong, who would dare say a word? People still have to flatter him, smiling as they elevate him.
In the eyes of someone like him, there’s no clear concept of right and wrong.
What is right, and what is wrong, it’s up to him.
Yet in the world of love, is there really such a thing as noble and humble?
From the moment he gave his heart, he ceased being the aloof and willful Second Young Master.
He too would have moments of bowing to admit his mistakes, times when he’d smile and elevate another person—in real life, their backgrounds were worlds apart, but in the realm of love, whoever falls first, loses.
