"Stop, stop!" Scarlett Yates exclaimed in shock, hurriedly putting her hands protectively over her chest, "Matthew Saxon, this is a hospital."
"So what if it's a hospital?" he laughed nonchalantly, continuing to reach out like a predator for her, "It's more interesting in a hospital, I like it."
Like... like hell you do!
"Scarlett, move your hands, why are you blocking me?"
"What are you trying to do?"
"What do you think I'm trying to do? Who was it just now looking at me with teary eyes, telling me I don't have to hide anything from you, and to bravely face reality?"
Scarlett secured her hold over her chest more firmly: "What does that have to do with what you're trying to do now?"
He raised an eyebrow.
She blocked her chest, so he moved toward other places: "Isn't this me trying to prove to you? Only by proving it with actions will you stop worrying about me. Scarlett, I'm doing this to put your mind at ease."
He didn't need to prove anything to her anymore.
