"What do you mean by that?" Stella glared at him angrily.
Matthew Saxon curved his lips into a smile, "If you want to know, why don't you ask your dear sister."
After speaking, he glanced at the always silent Scarlett Yates, a mix of love and hate in his heart.
When she spoke up, he was full of rage; when she stayed silent, his anger burned even hotter.
A month had passed; from the moment he saw Scarlett again, all the emotions he had suppressed began to creep out.
Hatred for her, resentment, disappointment, reluctance—various emotions were intertwined.
His heart felt like it was burning one moment and plunged into an icy pool the next.
Tormented by such a sudden chill and warmth, rationality was nowhere to be found.
especially looking at her innocent face, his fury was uncontrollable.
Just as he was about to deliver some biting sarcasm, a phone call abruptly changed his expression, he turned and left hurriedly before hanging up.
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