Chapter 1451: Knox Simmons Is After You

Chapter 1451: Chapter 1451: Knox Simmons Is After You

"Living quite well? Where are you staying, the place Knox Simmons found for you?" The mention of Knox Simmons reignited Matthew Saxon’s anger, "Scarlett, can’t you see Knox Simmons has an agenda with you? Do you really think staying there is safe, reassuring?"

Scarlett Yates looked at him calmly, her tone indifferent, "Matthew Saxon, is this how you treat your friends, talking behind their backs? Do you think this is right? I’m quite confident in Knox Simmons’ character. Don’t project your own dirty thoughts onto everyone else."

Every word that Scarlett uttered was like a knife stabbing into him, and the phrase "he projects his own dirty thoughts onto others" was like pouring oil on the fire of his anger; he was almost unable to control his temper.

He pressed his lips tightly together, the anger rising to his throat, barely restrained. Under the table, his hand clenched into a fist, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

No, he couldn’t lose his temper.

If he did, this conversation would backfire, and getting Scarlett to go back with him would be impossible.

Matthew Saxon took several deep breaths and rang the bell to call over the waiter.

"Sir, may I help you with something?" Soon the waiter appeared, holding a tablet for ordering, bending slightly, and asked gently.

"A glass of ice water," Matthew took a deep breath again, pressing down the last bit of his anger, "with extra ice, please."

"Alright, sir, please wait a moment."

After the waiter left, Scarlett frowned deeply and moved her lips a few times. Finally, unable to hold back, she asked with a frown, "Matthew Saxon, why do you need ice water?"

He looked like this and still dared to drink ice water.

Matthew Saxon looked at her with a hint of helplessness in his eyes, "Ice water helps cool down the anger."

Scarlett’s expression changed slightly, and she snorted coldly through her nose, "If you want to get angry, just do it. Why hold back?"

After all, isn’t the young master of the Saxon family used to doing whatever he wants? When his temper flares up, he has no regard for others.

Matthew shook his head, "I can’t lose my temper."

"Why?"

He stared intensely at her, "Right now, I’m trying to earn your forgiveness. If my attitude isn’t good, there’s no hope at all."

Scarlett was taken aback, then turned her head away, and said irritably, "Does the young master of the Saxon family even care about others’ feelings? As long as you’re happy, what does anyone else matter?"

Scarlett was the type to respond to gentleness, not force.

With Matthew constantly showing goodwill in front of her, her originally firm resolve was becoming less unwavering.

Just as Matthew said, if he truly got angry with her, this conversation between them would practically fall apart.

But with him being so restrained and humble, she found it hard to keep a cold face.

Even if she still decided in her heart not to forgive him easily, actually, when she heard Matthew say he hadn’t slept with that woman, her determination had already slightly softened.

"You’re not just anyone." When Matthew Saxon truly decided to do something, he could be relentless.

For instance, right now, since he had decided to bring Scarlett Yates back, he could adopt thicker skin, a softer attitude, a lower posture—he could do all these things.

The process doesn’t matter, what’s important is the result.