Chapter 1499: Come Here First

Chapter 1499: Chapter 1499: Come Here First

Bang—

The plate with half of the chili sauce left fell to the ground.

A red splash landed on the white long-haired carpet, really resembling a bright red stain of blood.

Knox Simmons lay on the table, his eyes gently closed, the corners of his lips still slightly raised in a faint smile, looking like he had fallen asleep.

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Scarlett Yates came out after taking a shower, her face flushed, her hair damp, with water droplets rolling down her forehead.

Under the wash of hot water, her fair skin turned a soft pink, a cherry blossom hue, light and tender, looking very tempting.

"Matthew Saxon, where’s the hairdryer?" she asked as she walked, drying her hair with a towel.

She never knew where the hairdryer was kept, as Matthew Saxon always dried her hair for her those previous times.

Matthew Saxon lay on the bed reading a book.

The moment the bathroom door opened, he raised his head, his gaze slowly shifting from the book page to Scarlett Yates, his slender, phoenix eyes narrowing slightly, as if they couldn’t look away once they landed on her.

A faint flame flickered in his eyes, then he hid it away.

His gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then slowly moved down to her chin, her neck, and further down...

The spark hidden deep in his eyes flickered with his scrutiny, brightening and dimming intermittently...

He seemed not to hear what she was saying, silently staring at her for a long time.

He stared until Scarlett Yates felt a bit uncomfortable, stopping her hair-drying motion. She touched her face, looked down at her clothes, then slowly raised her head: "What’s wrong? Is something off?"

The pajamas Scarlett Yates wore were very conservative, with nothing remotely sexy about them. Every button was fastened, not even her collarbone was exposed.

Under the loose pajamas’ cover, there wasn’t anything called sexiness about her, so phrases like "beauty emerging from bath" had nothing to do with her now.

She didn’t understand why Matthew Saxon would look at her like that, as if... she had just come out wrapped in a bath towel.

Matthew Saxon closed the book in his hand and casually tossed it onto the cabinet beside him.

Scarlett Yates actually didn’t know that during her shower, the book in Matthew Saxon’s hand hadn’t turned a single page.

For half an hour, it remained on the same page.

When she came out, the book he had used as a prop to pose with had lost even the qualification to serve as a prop, being ruthlessly tossed aside by him.

His intense gaze finally slowly returned to Scarlett’s face, watching her flushed cheeks for a few seconds, then he said, "Come here."

The commanding tone was very assertive, yet carried a hint of temptation, like it held some magical power that made one unable to resist.

Scarlett Yates slowly walked towards him.

For some reason, she felt a bit nervous.

She started drying her hair again, rubbed it twice, felt her still damp hair, and repeated the question: "Where’s the hairdryer, I want to dry my hair."

"Come here first, let me help you dry it."

She was just two steps away from the bed...

Matthew Saxon extended a hand and pulled her to sit by the bed.

At the same time, he also took the towel from her hand into his own.

His long, beautiful fingers lifted a few strands of her wet hair, and he gently wiped them with the towel, one strand at a time, wiping very carefully: "How come you don’t know where the hairdryer is? Haven’t you ever dried your hair after washing it?"