When she spoke these words, her face carried undisguised disdain.
The disdain on her face was like countless small needles piercing his heart, leaving countless tiny holes, making his heart riddled with wounds.
Blood seeped from these tiny holes, and his face grew paler and paler.
"Scarlett, do you hate me that much?" A desolate smile appeared at the corner of his lips, making his expression sad, "I just wanted you to keep me company for a while. You have plenty of time to be with Matthew, but you wouldn't even spare me a few minutes?"
"I just want to talk to you, that's all. There's no need for you to guard against me like a wild beast. I've said before, I will never hurt you."
Scarlett Yates still shook her head: "No, Matthew Saxon is still waiting for me. If you need someone to chat with, there are many people here who can accompany you. They are gentle, beautiful, understanding, and patient; they will be the best company."
