"Even I don't get such treatment, why does he?"
"Would you say that this means I'm jealous, envious?"
"If it weren't because I like you, care about you, why would I get angry, furious, jealous just because you treat another man a little better?"
"So, Scarlett, I still like you. Although realizing this took me some time, I hope it isn't truly too late. You said before that you'd wait for me to regain my memory, do you remember that?"
Scarlett Yates's expression gradually grew complex.
She stared at Matthew Saxon for a long time, long enough to discern whether these words came from his true heart. After a while, she slowly put down the cup she'd held at her lips for a long time.
The juice in the cup remained untouched.
She pressed her lips together, her brow slightly frowning: "Matthew Saxon... what is the purpose of you telling me these things?"
