Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?
Chapter 122: Don’t Say I Didn’t Give You a Chance

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Don’t Say I Didn’t Give You a Chance

His slender fingers landed imperceptibly on her pointy chin, and he smiled beguilingly, "Oh? Kill me? Scarlett Yates, I’d love to see how you plan to do that."

"You self-righteous bastard, let me go, do you hear me? I have no interest in your bullshit wishes!"

Matthew Saxon raised an eyebrow, his Peach Blossom Eyes looking at her intently, as if probing, then smiled, "Hmm, you’re quite good at pretending."

She reached out to push him, but his body was as heavy as a boulder, and even though she used all her strength, he remained unmoved.

Matthew Saxon effortlessly held her restless little hand, smiling faintly, "Scarlett Yates, how long are you going to keep acting?"

This damn self-righteous jerk.

Does he really think she’s one of those women who fawn over him?

It’s unbelievable; what play-hard-to-get—what eye of his saw her playing hard to get?

She was so angry she almost wanted to vomit blood, glaring at him in fury, "Matthew Saxon, let me go!"

He acted like he didn’t hear her, raising an eyebrow, motionless, "Hypocritical woman, do you really want me to let you go?"

Scarlett Yates’s eyes flared up, wishing she could strangle him, gritting her teeth, "Let go of me."

His intoxicating eyes stared deeply down at her, his thin lips parted slightly, "You better think it through, if you miss this opportunity, there won’t be another one."

"Go to hell!"

Just as Scarlett Yates struggled anew, Matthew Saxon suddenly let go of her.

Scarlett Yates fell to the ground face down, landing in a very ungainly sprawl.

Matthew Saxon leisurely folded his arms, a hint of playful amusement in his eyes, "Take your time to think it over, I’m not in a hurry."

It was only at that moment that Scarlett Yates realized Matthew Saxon was toying with her!

He deliberately scared her, provoked her anger, and then slowly enjoyed her reactions to being teased.

Her panic, her anger, her shame, all seemed like a show to him.

The more intense and exaggerated her performance, the more he probably found it amusing.

The thought of becoming a tool for others’ amusement enraged Scarlett Yates beyond words.

She got up from the ground, gritting her teeth, "Matthew Saxon, why don’t you just drop dead."

Matthew Saxon lounged lazily on the sofa, giving her a once-over, and laughed, "Really mad now? Seems like you truly don’t want it, so nevermind."

After saying so, he closed his eyes.

Yet those hateful lips still uttered hateful words, "Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance."

Scarlett Yates had already jumped to the door, glaring at him angrily, yet with a hint of reluctance.

Matthew Saxon suddenly sat up from the sofa.

Scarlett Yates immediately leaped outside the door, only half of her body showing, guarding against him like watching a thief.

Matthew Saxon slowly turned around, unbuttoned the last button of his shirt, and smiled tenderly at Scarlett Yates, "Scarlett, if you regret, it’s still not too late."

Bang—

A very loud door slam.

Scarlett Yates stormed out, and just as the door closed, a very annoying laughter was heard from inside.

Scarlett Yates stood outside the door, not satisfied enough, cursed in a low voice again.

Matthew Saxon really is one despicable man.

She swore, she had never hated a man so much before, hating him so much that just thinking of his name made her grind her teeth in anger.

She took her clothes to the bathroom, locked the door, and changed as quickly as she could.