Chapter 1141: Chapter 1141: Divorce Me—Are You Sure You Can Let Go?
Given the current situation, he definitely has to go.
Scarlett Yates has no grounds to stop him, nor did she ever think of doing so.
If Alice Green really has reliable news, then Roy Saxon might wake up a day sooner.
"Then go, I hope you can bring back some good news." She pursed her lips and forced out a smile.
"You’re not angry?" Matthew Saxon pinched her cheek, leaning his face close to hers, his long, narrow eyes fixed on her. His slender fingers fell to her lips, gently pressing against her slightly tense lip muscles. "I know she’s done many excessive things to you. I shouldn’t go to see her, but..."
"I can distinguish what’s more important. You’re going to see her for Uncle Saxon. I understand." Scarlett Yates made a joke to show she really wasn’t angry, "If you were going to catch up with an old flame, then I’d be angry, very angry, and I’d divorce you by tomorrow."
Matthew Saxon also laughed, his nose lightly rubbing against hers, and as they rubbed together, his lips, warm with heat, landed on hers.
He kissed her slowly, kissing her lips, her face, and her slightly trembling eyes.
His voice was low, charming, with a hint of amusement: "Divorce me, are you sure you can bear to?"
Bear it, how could she bear it?
Dazed by his kisses, Scarlett Yates felt a wave of dizziness crash over her, and she fell unsteadily into his arms.
Everything around seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them in the world.
Matthew Saxon kept asking, softly yet seductively, "Scarlett, can you really bear to leave me?"
Scarlett Yates didn’t reply; in fact, she couldn’t make any sound with her lips blocked. What could she possibly say?
But she expressed her feelings through her actions. When Matthew Saxon asked again if she could bear it, she reached out and hugged him tightly, with all her strength.
He was hers.
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In a luxuriously and tastefully decorated hall.
A pair of man and woman sat in a row with a great view. The man was handsome, the woman beautiful. Just looking at their appearances, they seemed like a perfect match.
But, upon closer look, the woman gazed at the man filled with affection, her eyes full of unspoken words, while the man’s gaze was cold, with no expression on his face.
"So, tell me, what is the good news you’re speaking of?" Matthew Saxon got straight to the point less than a minute after sitting down.
"Matthew, don’t be so hasty. Even if I tell you now, Uncle Saxon can’t get better right away. We can eat first; the food here is quite good, especially the French snails..."
"Alice Green, you should know, my patience is limited." Matthew Saxon interrupted her enthusiastic introduction coldly.
Alice Green’s smile froze for a moment, paused for a few seconds, then regained her smile again, slightly raising her red lips. "Matthew, I just want you to join me for a meal. Once we finish eating, I’ll tell you everything I know."
"This request isn’t unreasonable, right?"
"This request indeed isn’t unreasonable." Matthew Saxon smiled, but there was no mirth in his eyes. After a few seconds, the faint smile held a tinge of mockery, "But are you sure, your request is just for me to join you for a meal?"
He directly exposed her true intentions.
