When she stared at that pair of women's slippers, the anger in her eyes was too intense and piercing. Matthew Saxon looked down at her, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. After placing the slippers on the ground, he proactively explained, "Because I planned to bring you here, I prepared in advance. Before you, no other woman has been here."
After hearing his explanation, Scarlett Yates' face suddenly turned red.
"I didn't ask if you've brought women back before, so why are you explaining?"
Matthew Saxon's lips curled up. Seeing her face turn as red as a ripe tomato, his mood improved significantly.
Even though this damned silly woman dared to go on a date with another man, making him furious, her anger when seeing those women's slippers actually made him happy.
If she didn't care, why would she be angry?
Her previous cold reactions had almost made him lose confidence.
