Her brows knitted together again, and she turned around, saying, "It's too hot outside, I'm going back to my room to sort out my luggage. Don't call me for dinner, I'll eat by myself after I wake up."
Based on her understanding of Matthew Saxon, he had been cooped up at home for so long, and now that he finally had time to indulge himself, it's likely he wouldn't be coming back tonight.
That's all for the better.
It's best if he never returns to the room.
God knows how much she doesn't want to share a room with him.
Scarlett Yates walked back into the hall, glancing instinctively toward the spot where Matthew Saxon had been.
He was no longer there, just as expected.
By the floor-to-ceiling window, it was empty, not a shadow in sight.
Gone with him were the beautiful women in bikinis.
The hotel and nearby places offered plenty of entertainment options, so of course, they wouldn't waste their time in the bustling lobby.
