Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?
Chapter 116: A Mysterious Flame

Chapter 116: Chapter 116: A Mysterious Flame

Matthew Saxon’s attention was soon drawn to the woman beside him, leaving him no time to care about her.

Suddenly, Scarlett Yates felt a strong aversion to his playboy demeanor.

No, she had always been disgusted.

Only this time, the feeling of disgust was more pronounced and deeper.

Why couldn’t he be like Maxwell Saxon, a man who takes responsibility for his feelings?

Why does he insist on playing with emotions and treating them carelessly? Could that really make him satisfied and happy?

A suppressed fire flickered in her heart, a strange flame, yet she didn’t know how to vent it.

At this moment, she just wanted to go far away, to a place where she couldn’t see him.

Out of sight, out of mind.

She and he were never supposed to have any connection, only bound by a ridiculous marriage contract.

Just one year; she only had to endure for one year, and then they could go their separate ways.

Behind her, the sound of women’s laughter rang out again.

Scarlett Yates frowned irritably, finding the laughter incredibly grating, unwilling to hear it for even a second longer.

She really wished this year would pass quickly; she didn’t know how much longer she could endure...

She walked quickly and was out of the hall in an instant.

A warm breeze, carrying the scent of the ocean, gently brushed against her face.

There was no more of that annoying girlish laughter around her, nor that wickedly enchanting gaze that frustrated and disgusted her.

"Miss Yates." George followed her out. As Matthew Saxon’s assistant, he was also here for this business trip.

The Young Master was wrapped in the embrace of soft beauties, and George didn’t want to disturb him, so he said to Scarlett Yates, "After a flight of over ten hours, Miss Yates must be very tired, why not rest for a while."

Scarlett Yates reacted very intensely upon learning she’d share a room with the Young Master, having just spent half an hour communicating with the front desk.

However, how naïve was she not to know that if the elder wanted her to share a room with the Young Master, no matter how many vacant rooms the hotel had, it wouldn’t matter.

For this trip abroad, the elder had specially arranged everything.

Thinking of the elder’s attitude toward Scarlett Yates, George found it strange.

The elder was not a gentle person to deal with; rather, most people in the Saxon Family had a certain awe of him. Yet in front of Scarlett Yates, the elder showed a surprising side.

That gentle gaze, kind smile, seemingly approachable middle-aged uncle, was he really the decisive, ruthless, intimidating chairman?

No one knew why Scarlett Yates captured the elder’s favour enough to be so lucky.

Scarlett Yates was indeed tired.

She had never flown for so long; though she rested on the plane, she still felt utterly exhausted.

But thinking she had to share a room with Matthew Saxon made her frown, "George, is there really no way to get the hotel to free up another room?"

She’d rather pitch a tent outdoors than stay in the same room with that jerk Matthew Saxon.

With his knack for flirting, who knew if he’d bring women back to the room.

Had she not deliberately sabotaged it earlier, he would have already agreed to meet those three bikini beauties in his room tonight.

He wouldn’t mind performing an erotic drama for her ears, but she didn’t want her ears polluted.