His cold smile slowly spread across his lips, in a very gentle tone, "Scarlett, with you being so thoughtful of me, tell me, how should I reward you?"
Scarlett Yates was no longer afraid of Matthew Saxon's icy and sullen expression, but his gentle calling of her name made her involuntarily shiver.
She quickly said, "Young Master, you are too polite. We are friends, it's only right to help each other. Discussing rewards sounds so tacky."
Matthew Saxon smiled again, "Even blood brothers need to settle accounts clearly, let alone friends."
"Since you've been so good to me, I'll fulfill your wish and grant you an exception this once."
"Fulfill my wish?" Scarlett was stunned, her face full of confusion.
Matthew curved his lips into a wicked smile, and under her surprised gaze, began to unbutton his shirt.
His fingers were very nimble, the buttons like glass beads gleamed between his fingers. Even though those buttons were stunning, they still paled in comparison to his fingers.
