Matthew Saxon's attention was soon drawn to the woman beside him, leaving him no time to care about her.
Suddenly, Scarlett Yates felt a strong aversion to his playboy demeanor.
No, she had always been disgusted.
Only this time, the feeling of disgust was more pronounced and deeper.
Why couldn't he be like Maxwell Saxon, a man who takes responsibility for his feelings?
Why does he insist on playing with emotions and treating them carelessly? Could that really make him satisfied and happy?
A suppressed fire flickered in her heart, a strange flame, yet she didn't know how to vent it.
At this moment, she just wanted to go far away, to a place where she couldn't see him.
Out of sight, out of mind.
She and he were never supposed to have any connection, only bound by a ridiculous marriage contract.
Just one year; she only had to endure for one year, and then they could go their separate ways.
Behind her, the sound of women's laughter rang out again.
