He looked at her standing gracefully, and couldn't help but think of those alluring women, furrowing his brows involuntarily.
Those women with layers and layers of powder, seemed to turn into ordinary faces, thinking about it felt tasteless.
"Scarlett Yates, come here." His voice was low and he waved at her with a smile.
His slender eyes rolled at the corners, seductively looking at her.
"W-what are you doing?" Scarlett didn't know why she was nervous, but her body instinctively stepped back two steps, full of defense.
Seeing her series of small movements, he curved his lips, chuckling, "What are you afraid of? I'm not a bad guy."
Scarlett listened to him, then looked at his bright and penetrating eyes, silently took another step back.
What a joke, isn't this exactly what she's afraid of?
Be wary of fire, theft, and Matthew Saxon; he is a wolf in human skin with a big tail, more dangerous than anyone.
