Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?
Chapter 77: Taking the Initiative to Break Off the Engagement

Chapter 77: Chapter 77: Taking the Initiative to Break Off the Engagement

After he and she "broke up," the words "Matthew Saxon’s woman" would follow her like a shadow, making her life a complete mess.

Not to mention, those women who adore him would give her an incredible headache.

Matthew Saxon’s gaze turned cold, "Scarlett Yates, do you think you have the right to refuse?"

His expression when he sunk his face was actually quite frightening, like a piece of ice, or rather, a millennium-old ice block. It’s difficult for anyone to have the courage to refuse in front of such a cold face.

But Scarlett still insisted on shaking her head, "Young Master, this proposal is not good at all. I can’t agree to it."

"When Old Master Saxon returns, I will take the initiative to suggest dissolving the engagement."

She only wanted to clear their relationship as quickly as possible, the faster the better.

Relying on a woman’s intuition, she had a bad premonition that once she nods her head and agrees, many things thereafter would be beyond her control.

Matthew Saxon’s face darkened involuntarily, the slightly moderated gaze a moment ago turned piercingly cold again.

Had it been any other woman, having such an opportunity to become his legitimate girlfriend would make them faint with joy.

Only her!

Only this damned woman, who doesn’t know to appreciate favors, avoids him like the plague.

But she seems to have forgotten her identity.

Nothing Matthew Saxon decides he wants to do can be refused by anyone.

Pretending to date was initially an uncertain idea, but the way she rejected it without hesitation made him feel compelled to do it.

"Scarlett Yates, are you deliberately opposing me?" His dark eyes narrowed slightly, with a heavy gaze in his half-open eyes.

Scarlett shook her head, "Young Master, I just don’t want others to misunderstand."

His pitch-black eyes darkened again, and he curled his lips into a sneer, "Becoming my woman makes you so ashamed?"

"As someone like me who’s vain and from humble origins, if people misunderstand I’m your woman, it’s the Young Master who would feel ashamed, wouldn’t you?"

Through deliberate and inadvertent probing, Matthew Saxon finally confirmed one thing.

Scarlett Yates really doesn’t want to marry him.

He dislikes her as much as she dislikes him.

Being rejected repeatedly ignited a flame of anger in Matthew Saxon’s heart.

She stood right in front of him, her small, charming face with clear black eyes staring straight at him.

Her skin was very fair, under the sunlight, a cloak of shimmering light enveloped her, like translucent crystal, or like moist jade.

She seemed to like wearing ponytails, simply tying her hair with a black elastic band, revealing her fair and smooth neck and beautiful collarbones.

Scarlett Yates might not be an extraordinary beauty, but she possessed a kind of delicate charm typical of a traditional beauty.

Her lips were lightly pressed together, a faint pink color, like the most delicate pink rose, slightly moist, with a thin layer of water-like shine on them.

It was as if a faint floral fragrance drifted from her lips.

Matthew Saxon’s body acted faster than his mind.

Before his brain could think it through, he pulled her over.

A startled cry, Scarlett Yates was caught off guard, crashing into him, her head hitting his chest as if hitting a rock.

This collision made her dizzy, and before the dizzy feeling passed, the light in front of her suddenly dimmed.

Matthew Saxon’s handsome face magnified in front of her, lowered his head, looking at her with an enigmatic gaze.

His eyes, black as the deepest night, in those intensely dark hues, there seemed to be an endless abyss, ready to swallow people if they weren’t careful.