Matthew Saxon called out to her, but she didn't hear.
He walked up to her, gently shook her with a hint of worry in his eyes, Scarlett Yates blinked her eyes and moved slightly: "Matthew Saxon, why are you so calm?"
She raised her pale little face and looked at him with confusion: "Aren't you afraid they might kill us?"
A group of people with guns, what kind of people are they?
Is he really not afraid at all?
Matthew Saxon didn't answer her question, he smiled lightly and sat down beside her.
There was a fruit basket on the coffee table with a plate of fruit in it. Matthew Saxon picked up an apple to peel. He probably rarely did this sort of thing; the peel was thick, breaking frequently as he cut.
By the time he finished peeling an apple, there wasn't much fruit left.
He handed the apple with just a third of the fruit left to Scarlett Yates: "Eat something to relax."
