Chapter 1410: He Doesn’t Care, But I Do

Chapter 1410: Chapter 1410: He Doesn’t Care, But I Do

The car turned another corner.

The warm yellow headlights were like studio lights from a photoshoot, shining on Knox Simmons’s stunning, seductive face. It was as if some beauty filter had been switched on, making his Peach Blossom Eyes even more disastrously alluring, downright irresistible.

From any angle, he looked like a fox spirit haunting the night, his beauty just a little too much.

Especially those Peach Blossom Eyes of his that seemed to come with their own built-in voltage—dark and bright at the same time, thick lashes curling upwards. No matter whether eyes like that grew on a man or a woman, they were pure temptation, a crime waiting to happen.

With a screech.

A sudden brake, the tires grinding hard against the ground; from the outside, you could even see sparks flying up between rubber and asphalt.

Knox Simmons suddenly stopped the car, pulling his Ferrari over to the side of the road.

Scarlett Yates was startled; that abrupt brake nearly sent her heart leaping right out of her throat. Her face went a little pale. "Knox Simmons, what the—"

The last word hadn’t even left her mouth when her heart gave a heavy thump, jolting with shock.

In those tempting, beautiful Peach Blossom Eyes, sparks of fire flickered, and in that fire, her reflection appeared. His pitch-black, luminous gaze was like a mirror; Scarlett could clearly see her own dumbstruck, dazed expression in it.

Knox Simmons’s handsome face suddenly magnified in front of her, his beauty, his eyes, his nose...not a single feature that wasn’t exquisite.

His lips, as vivid as peach blossoms, curled faintly; the corners of his eyes lifted with sultry charm, and that little flame in his gaze seemed to burn higher and higher. He looked at her with scorching intensity and spoke, his voice soft and gentle, like a murmured whisper right against her ear: "Scarlett, of course you know this person. You don’t just know her, you’re very close to her. There’s no one who understands her better than you do."

"Wh...who is it?" Scarlett swallowed, wanting to step back, only to see Knox Simmons hook his lips in a wicked smile as his fingertips, carrying a faint scent, landed on her chin.

He kept smiling that wicked smile, both sinful and seductive: "This person is far off in the sky, yet right before your eyes. Tell me, who do you think it is?"

"You...what kind of joke are you making?"

"I’m not joking, Scarlett. I really like you—not the casual kind of ’like,’ but the kind that’s settled deep in my heart." In that instant, Knox’s face shifted into a solemn expression; the wicked smile faded, the flirtatious air stripped away. His eyes were focused and earnest as he gazed at her, affection written in every line of his brows and the corners of his eyes.

He fixed his gaze on her, speaking slowly and clearly, word by word: "Maybe you won’t believe me, because who just falls for someone that easily, right? But I really do like you."

"Back then, your heart was filled only with Matthew. Matthew liked you a lot too. You two were mutually in love. Even if I had feelings, there was no way for me to wedge myself in."

"So I figured I probably didn’t stand a chance. Even if there was that tiny bit of feeling, I just forced it down."

"But now Matthew doesn’t know how to cherish you at all. I told you before—what he doesn’t value, I do. Scarlett, just a moment ago, I made a very important decision, and it’s about you. Do you want to hear it?"

Scarlett instinctively wanted to shake her head...

She had more or less guessed what Knox Simmons was about to say next.

Knox’s confession had come far too suddenly; she hadn’t had the slightest psychological preparation. Being confessed to by such a handsome, wealthy man, she didn’t feel excited or nervous. Aside from that first flash of surprise, what she felt most was awkwardness.