Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?
Chapter 102 Put Away Your Ridiculous Sympathy

Chapter 102: Chapter 102 Put Away Your Ridiculous Sympathy

But she chose Maxwell Saxon, which means she doesn’t like Matthew Saxon, so why did she just look at me with those eyes?

Scarlett Yates was full of questions, but before she could figure it out, she felt a weight on her shoulder. Matthew Saxon’s hand had firmly settled there.

He lifted his chin slightly, his gaze casually landing on Alice Green, "I heard Miss Green is planning to leave the entertainment industry?"

Alice Green stared directly at the hand he had on Scarlett Yates’s shoulder, her eyes seeming to dim slightly. After a brief silence, she softly uttered one word, "Yes."

Matthew Saxon’s eyes narrowed, his raised chin lowered, and he smiled, "Miss Green truly is deeply devoted to my brother."

Alice Green’s complexion turned pale as if she had been struck by something, her smile becoming forced, "Young Master must be joking."

Matthew Saxon no longer looked at her, released the hair intertwined around his fingers, and turned his head to gently gaze at Scarlett Yates, "It’s too stuffy here, Scarlett, accompany me for a walk in the garden."

This time, Scarlett Yates cooperated with him, nodding immediately.

She thought of that night at the Dales Family’s place, how she had forced herself to smile even though she was in pain and wanted to cry.

Just like Matthew Saxon now.

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The Saxon Family’s garden was vast, so large that Scarlett Yates dared not wander around alone, lest she accidentally get lost.

She supported Matthew Saxon as they walked aimlessly.

She didn’t know where he intended to go.

It was as if the two had come to an agreement; he didn’t speak, and she didn’t ask.

The midday sun was harsh and glaring.

After walking for over ten minutes, sweat began to form on Scarlett Yates’s forehead.

If they continued like this, she feared she would get heatstroke.

Matthew Saxon remained silent.

He hadn’t said a word since leaving the dining room.

Scarlett Yates occasionally stole glances at him. His eyes were dark, his expression cold, and his whole aura exuded an unapproachable chill.

Scarlett Yates saw a bench under the shade of a tree ahead and turned her head to say to him, "You must be tired. Shall we sit there for a bit?"

Although she phrased it as a question, without waiting for his answer, Scarlett Yates took the initiative to guide him over.

Strolling in the garden during the most scorching part of the afternoon was hardly a romantic or pleasant affair.

Matthew Saxon still didn’t say a word, like a cold, moving statue.

Scarlett Yates no longer cared whether he was willing or not. Once she reached the shade, she plopped down onto the bench.

She caught her breath, "I don’t want to walk anymore. You can go by yourself if you want."

Matthew Saxon silently stared at her for a while before sitting down beside her.

He was also tired, lounging lazily against the bench, hands resting behind his head, chin slightly raised, eyes half-closed, letting the speckled light through the trees sprinkle over his handsome face.

His skin was very fair.

The pale golden light on his face gave him the appearance of luminous white jade.

"Scarlett Yates, put away your ridiculous sympathy. I don’t need it." His deep, indifferent voice carried a hint of mocking laughter, "Don’t think I don’t know what goes on in that little head of yours."

He slowly turned his head, meeting her sympathetic glance.

Scarlett Yates hadn’t expected him to catch her staring, coughing awkwardly a couple of times.

She could imagine how infuriated he must be.

To be pitied by the woman he most despised and loathed — was this not a form of insult to him?

"I..." She wanted to explain a bit but didn’t know what to say.