"Stabbed by someone?"
Hearing the severity in his words, Scarlett Yates' expression changed immediately. Initially skeptical, she quickly rushed toward him in her anxiety.
"Scarlett, I seem to be unable to stand up." Matthew Saxon saw her approaching, and pretended to be even weaker, his brows furrowed tightly, even his breathing had become much weaker.
"You brought this on yourself by drinking such a large glass of ice water just now." Scarlett worried he might turn out like Knox Simmons had said, so she hastily extended a hand to help him up. She complained verbally, but her eyes betrayed a trace of worry as she looked at him.
Matthew immediately reached out his hand, smoothly wrapping it around her waist, his arm tightly coiled around her as he slowly stood up, frowning.
The moment his hand touched her waist, Scarlett's body stiffened.
Her instinct was to push him away, but she felt that as soon as Matthew came close to her, it was as if a chill was approaching her.
