Chapter 1387: Are You Sure You Want to Throw a Tantrum with Me?

Chapter 1387: Chapter 1387: Are You Sure You Want to Throw a Tantrum with Me?

Her complexion still didn’t look good, sick and with a sickly appearance, she still appeared haggard.

But once her messy hair was combed into a fresh ponytail, revealing a delicate oval face, she looked much better and more spirited.

It was only then that the woman in red finally saw her appearance clearly.

At first glance, she wasn’t a breathtaking beauty, but her features were elegant and refined, giving an overall impression of a clean and fresh demeanor.

This kind of pure and captivating look is precisely what many men like.

Seeing Scarlett Yates would involuntarily remind people of their first love, which is pure and beautiful in the hearts of most men.

Therefore, Scarlett Yates’ appearance was actually very pleasing; compared to Matthew Saxon’s previous female companions, she was an exception.

At least, among the women who paired up with Matthew Saxon in the past, all were of the glamorous and charming type.

But this kind of innocent appearance might seem too bland to the aristocratic sons who have seen all kinds of beauties, like cabbage and tofu.

Those who like to eat rich foods might appreciate a simple meal of cabbage and tofu to cleanse their palate, but they probably wouldn’t want it often.

The reason this civilian-born Young Madam Saxon was not favored might largely be because her appearance isn’t dazzling enough.

On top of that, she doesn’t seem to have a good temper, making her even less likable.

The reason Matthew Saxon married her, most probably, was because of a childhood betrothal; families like the Saxons value reputation, so even if Matthew didn’t like her, he still married her as agreed.

During the time Scarlett Yates went downstairs, the woman in red had already imagined the background and consequences in her mind.

To be able to marry into a wealthy family based on a promise, transforming from an ordinary person into a Young Madam of wealth, is luck many women would envy. Another woman would surely cherish such an opportunity.

But this fortunate Young Madam Saxon seemed utterly indifferent.

It’s hard to understand where she got her confidence from.

Scarlett Yates carried her suitcase downstairs.

Matthew Saxon remained standing there, a cold and handsome face, his long phoenix eyes filled with chill. When he saw her walking down with her packed luggage, his lips pressed tighter, and his fists clenched more, with a flickering, faint fury in his eyes.

Even from a distance, the woman in red could feel the coldness emanating from his body, so icy and piercing.

Yet Scarlett acted as if she saw nothing, not even glancing at Matthew from upstairs to downstairs.

It seemed like he had truly become invisible.

As she dragged her suitcase past him, she kept her eyes straight ahead.

Seeing that she was about to leave the hall, Matthew couldn’t stay calm any longer: "Scarlett Yates, if you leave now, no one will send you off. It will take you two hours to walk to the city, and you won’t make it. Are you sure you want to be stubborn with me?"

He said this as a way to let her back down gracefully.

If... If this damn woman still wouldn’t relent, if she insisted on being stubborn, then he wouldn’t care about her anymore.

If she liked freezing outside, then so be it.

If she preferred to walk on her two legs down half a mountain, then so be it.

As for whether it’s dangerous outside, whether she’d encounter bad people, he couldn’t care less.