Chapter 1391: Do You Think He Still Cares About You?

Chapter 1391: Chapter 1391: Do You Think He Still Cares About You?

After finishing, she covered her mouth and began to laugh: "Young Madam Saxon, don’t take offense, I wasn’t saying you’re like a cat or dog. You know, it’s pitch dark outside, and it’s normal for vision not to work well."

"I’m not saying anything about you, Young Madam Saxon, but squatting silently in a corner like this, you’ll surely scare someone passing by."

As she spoke, the woman in red laughed aloud.

The laughter was light and charming, yet oddly sarcastic, making those who heard it at night feel a chill down their spine.

She laughed for a while, seeing Scarlett Yates merely looking at her expressionlessly, without any reaction to her sarcastic taunts and indirect jabs, which displeased her a bit.

Punching heavily into a pile of cotton felt like exhaling a breath only to have it forcefully blocked back.

Very unpleasant.

She slowly ceased her laughter, her slender almond eyes slightly raised, the corners of her eyes lifted, frowning as she said: "Young Madam Saxon, are you self-directing and acting out a tragedy? Do you think squatting outside the Saxon Mansion wall in the cold would make Matthew Saxon feel sorry for you and come to take you back?"

"If you’re still holding onto such naive thoughts, I advise you to dismiss them soon. You know very well what position you hold in Matthew’s heart. Do you really think he still cares about you?"

The woman in red, having been wronged by Matthew Saxon, now wanted nothing more than to vent her displeasure onto Scarlett Yates.

Yet despite everything she said, Scarlett showed no reaction, gazing at her indifferently for a moment before lowering her head again.

In the dark corner, Scarlett curved her lips into a self-mocking smile, her lowered lashes trembling slightly.

It turned out the person in the car was that woman.

The window was opened wide, so Scarlett could clearly see the number of people inside at a glance.

Besides the driver, there was only the woman in red. Matthew Saxon was not in the car.

For a moment, she couldn’t figure out what she was feeling inside.

Disappointment, loss, or heartbreak?

She shouldn’t have hoped for Matthew Saxon to come looking for her in the first place.

How could he possibly care for her? If he did, he wouldn’t have done so many things to make her sad.

Indeed, once people get unrealistic thoughts, they are swiftly slapped by reality.

But why would the woman in red come out alone in the car at this time?

Without her in the way, shouldn’t they be having a good time together?

This doubt lingered in her mind for a short time because right now, Scarlett no longer had the energy to ponder over this.

Outside, it was very cold, much colder than she had imagined, so cold that she could barely breathe.

If she stayed out here overnight, she wouldn’t doubt for a second that she would freeze to death.

She huddled in the corner, her body shivering from the cold.

All of this was observed by the woman in red, whose lips curved into a more gleeful smile, feeling a great sense of relief, as though she had vented a large breath of resentment, completely forgetting that it was Matthew Saxon who pushed her to the ground and kicked her out, not Scarlett Yates.

Sometimes, women can be more harsh and vicious towards other women.

Clearly angered by Matthew Saxon, yet the ultimate cause of her grievance she ascribed to Scarlett Yates.

"Young Madam Saxon, don’t expect anything from Young Master Saxon. But I’m always a warm-hearted person. If you really want to leave, I can give you a ride with me. In this bitter cold, it’s so pitiful for you to be squatting outside alone."