Chapter 1540: A Woman’s Heart Is Like a Needle at the Bottom of the Sea

Chapter 1540: Chapter 1540: A Woman’s Heart Is Like a Needle at the Bottom of the Sea

"Hmm, then I won’t bother with him."

"That’s my good Scarlett."

"Oh, by the way, did you really give that woman a set of jadeite jewelry? That set of jadeite jewelry must have cost a lot, right? He’s really such a spendthrift."

"Jadeite jewelry?"

"What, you’re denying it? It’s that big-breasted woman in the red dress, she even kissed you on the cheek." Speaking of it, she felt a little uncomfortable and her tone was slightly sour.

At the time, he didn’t refuse, after all.

"Oh... I didn’t give it."

"Didn’t give it?"

"She dared to deliberately provoke you, I must make her suffer a bit." Not only will she not get the set of jadeite jewelry, but in the future, she will no longer have a place in the entertainment industry.

His woman, he can bully, but how can he tolerate others riding on her head?

Scarlett Yates was thrilled to hear this, but she still pretended, saying: "What will you do to make her suffer? I think you should let it go. Letting people know that a big man like you uses power to bully a woman isn’t very good."

She often called others hypocritical, but sometimes she was quite hypocritical herself.

Now, isn’t this the same? Clearly she’s very happy inside, there’s a sense of satisfaction from revenge, yet she pretends to plead for the other person.

Even she felt she was truly hypocritical.

Though she said so, if Matthew Saxon really agreed, she would feel uncomfortable again.

Fortunately, Matthew Saxon knew all her little thoughts, covering her head with his big hand, rubbing it, letting out a low muffled laugh: "Scarlett Yates, how can you be so hypocritical."

Her face turned red, still denying, she said stubbornly: "How am I hypocritical? I’m speaking from my heart, I’m thinking for you, and you still make fun of me."

Hmph, heartless man.

"Oh, is that so? Since you’re considering my feelings so much, wouldn’t it be a waste if I don’t follow what you said?" His sexy thin lips curved, his laughter light, "Alright then, let’s spare her for your sake, actually I also think she’s just a delicate woman, using power to bully her is a bit too much."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone pinched him at the waist.

Of course, the pinch was very light, too gentle to be serious, more like tickling his waist.

"You think she’s a very delicate woman?" She raised her voice, pursing her lips, then biting her lower lip, her tone a bit sour.

That night, the woman wore a loose-fitting red coat, her figure slender and soft, especially her waist, narrow and thin, easily encircled with one arm.

Although the woman was over 1.7 meters tall, she appeared tiny and delicate beside Matthew Saxon, who was 187.

A low muffled laugh sounded again.

Matthew Saxon’s eyes opened slightly, curling his lips, looking at her amusedly: "You’re the one who said to spare her, and now that I’m really sparing her, you’re the one unhappy, Scarlett, what do you want me to do?"

After speaking, he didn’t wait for her to respond, then laughed and sighed: "No wonder even the ancients say that women and petty men are hard to raise. For thousands of years through history, it seems some things have never changed."

A woman’s heart is like a needle in the deep sea.

Scarlett Yates was embarrassed and upset: "I am not like that. It’s you who can’t bear to let her go."

She had completely forgotten that just a second ago, she was still pleading for that woman.