Chapter 1388: I Don’t Want to Hold On Anymore

Chapter 1388: Chapter 1388: I Don’t Want to Hold On Anymore

If something really happens, it’s all her own fault.

Opportunities, he has given her again and again, once, twice, three times, but things should not be done more than three times, he can’t beg her to stay.

He never did such things for any woman, and she won’t be an exception.

Scarlett Yates didn’t turn her head, nor did she stop her steps, slowly walking forward, her voice softly reaching his ears: "Matthew Saxon, I’m tired, I thought I could hold on, but now I don’t want to, I just want to find a place to be quiet, leaving the Saxon family is not a spur-of-the-moment decision."

"Out of sight, out of mind. I’ve left, maybe it’s good for both of us."

The Saxon Family, she couldn’t stay another day.

Every day he brings back one woman today, another tomorrow, no matter how strong her mind is, she can’t bear it.

They have many beautiful memories, she doesn’t want all the beauty to disappear in endless quarrels.

If she continues to stay, the day of a big argument is not far away.

She doesn’t want to hold on anymore...

Matthew Saxon’s face changed, his heart suddenly sank.

What does she mean by this?

Does she mean she no longer wants to wait for him and wants a divorce?

Didn’t she say that no matter what, she wouldn’t divorce, that she would wait for him to regain his memory?

Matthew Saxon’s heart couldn’t calm down.

The words "divorce" kept spinning in his mind, the more and longer they turned, the worse his face looked.

Scarlett Yates had already walked out the door.

Matthew Saxon stood there in a daze for a few seconds, subconsciously wanting to chase after her, but the woman in red behind him seemed to see through his thoughts, deliberately choosing this moment to coldly ridicule: "Young Master Saxon, don’t go after such a woman; otherwise, she will surely take advantage and give you even more attitude."

"Isn’t she just relying on Young Master Saxon’s soft heart, knowing he won’t really leave her outside in the middle of the night? I dare to bet that as long as Young Master Saxon chases out, she’ll only become more willful. If Young Master Saxon can bear it, it won’t take long, just half an hour, and she’ll obediently come back on her own."

As she spoke, the woman lifted her red-manicured nails to adjust the curls at her chest, curving her lips alluringly: "I am also a woman, how could I not understand her thoughts? Once she’s outside, it’s cold and dark, even if she’s not afraid of the cold, she’s afraid of the dark, right? At that time, seeing that Young Master Saxon doesn’t care about her at all, won’t she just find an excuse to roll back in?"

After finishing, she even laughed self-consciously, walking in small, seductive steps to Matthew Saxon’s side, her white, tender hand that was like lotus roots placed on his chest, her body sticking to him like it had no bones.

She raised her head slightly, lips slightly parted, eyes filled with allure, softly whispering: "Such a valuable identity like Young Master Saxon’s, there’s no need to be upset over someone like that. The night is so beautiful, we should do something happy, tonight... let me relieve Young Master Saxon’s worries."

Matthew Saxon’s body remained unmoved as he looked down at her.

The woman in red, seeing him not speak, assumed he had tacitly agreed.

Her hands, resting on his chest, became even bolder, reaching out to undo a button of his shirt.

As the woman’s hand slid down to the second button, the white, tender little hand was suddenly pressed down, she was stunned and before she could react, in the next second, she was forcefully thrown aside by Matthew Saxon.