Chapter 1503: This Man Is Way Too Realistic!

Which one? Which one is she talking about?

He was confused for only a short moment before he understood what she meant. He furrowed his brow again, scanning her up and down with a bit of puzzlement: “Are you talking about your period?”

Alright, hearing him drop the word ‘period’ so directly, even though Scarlett Yates wasn’t actually on her cycle, her face flushed, and she bit her lip, nodding: “Yeah, so… we can’t…”

“Really?” Matthew Saxon was a bit skeptical.

When would she not have it, but right at this moment?

Scarlett Yates nodded like a pecking chick: “Really, you know… women have those few days every month, I have no reason to lie to you.”

Matthew Saxon couldn’t possibly check if she was lying about this.

Scarlett Yates felt she was really clever, coming up with a reasonable excuse that wouldn’t hurt his feelings while allowing her to decline him.

Earlier, she was kissed so dizzy by Matthew Saxon that she almost forgot Hayes Simmons’ reminders.

Regarding this matter, Hayes Simmons had specifically reminded her, though Scarlett Yates thought she had no issues at all, but Matthew Saxon was unaware. As a normal man, it’s normal for him to have some basic impulses, right?

She couldn’t reveal the specific reason, so she had to use the excuse of those monthly days to deceive him.

“That doesn’t necessarily mean anything.” Matthew Saxon stared at her for a while, his expression slightly softened, yet still somber, “If you’re not lying, then why blink so frenetically?”

“My eyes are dry and itchy.”

“Is that so? Could it also be because you’re lying, right?”

Huh?

Scarlett Yates had felt something was off, and now she finally realized something, stunned for a few seconds, she showed a surprised expression: “Matthew Saxon, have you remembered a lot of things again?”

Otherwise, how would he know her habit of blinking when lying?

Failed attempt for intimacy, Matthew Saxon collapsed onto the bed, closed his eyes, and spoke in a muffled voice: “Hmm, Scarlett, let me ask you once more, did you refuse me really because of that reason you just mentioned?”

“Of course, what else do you think it could be?” Hearing he recalled quite a few things, Scarlett Yates felt quite happy. Once she confirmed Matthew Saxon wasn’t going to do anything to her, she comfortably sat at the bedside again.

“What have you remembered, tell me.” She reached out and gave him a little nudge.

Matthew Saxon lazily lay there, not moving an inch, eyes still closed, his voice equally lazy: “Do you want to hear about you getting so drunk you vomited all over, and I had to help shower you, or do you want to hear about you getting tangled by a snake in a hot spring, and I rushed in to carry you back?”

“…”

A moment later, Scarlett Yates’ voice also sounded muffled: “Suddenly, I don’t want to hear it anymore, maybe you shouldn’t say anything.”

She sat by the bed for a while, seeing Matthew Saxon still lying there with closed eyes, looking like he’s asleep, motionless.

But she knew he wasn’t asleep.

Could it be because his attempt for intimacy was rejected, that he’s so unhappy he won’t even bother acknowledging her?

Wasn’t he just whispering sweet nothings to her a while ago? This man is just too realistic!

Scarlett Yates was also somewhat displeased, she reached out to give him another push: “Matthew Saxon, you’ve remembered so many things, don’t you feel any guilt or remorse now? Don’t you think, after all those things you did wrong to me when you lost your memory, you should apologize and admit your mistakes sincerely now that you’ve recovered your memory?”