Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 820: What’s Wrong, Are Your Legs Shaking from Fear?

The visit...

This is more like a trap than a feast.

Scarlett Yates couldn’t help but look up at him, marveling at his unusually strong psychological resilience.

She was so terrified that she was sweating coldly and her legs were trembling with fear, yet he seemed completely at ease, with a smile in his eyes and a relaxed tone, as if he was genuinely invited over.

Is she the only one afraid of dying?

Seeing Matthew Saxon so cooperative, the other party also seemed relieved, nodding in satisfaction, and said with a smile, "The young master indeed knows how to assess the situation."

Matthew Saxon curled his lips into a smile, his face radiating warmth and still had the mood to joke, saying half teasingly, "I don’t want to be shot full of holes; that would look terrible."

The gunman was stunned.

Probably didn’t expect Matthew Saxon to remain so calm; his eyes flashed with surprise and then he laughed several times.

The atmosphere at this moment seemed cheerful, relaxed...

If it weren’t for all the guns pointed at them, Scarlett Yates also couldn’t help but want to laugh out loud.

Although she was trying to maintain her calm exterior, the layers of sweat on her forehead and her pale little face betrayed her.

Someone opened the car door and stood there with a gun, "Young master, please."

Scarlett Yates, her legs weak, stepped once and nearly stumbled, caught by Matthew Saxon who turned around just in time.

His long phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, carrying a playful smile, looking at her, he whispered, "What’s the matter, too scared that your legs went weak?"

Scarlett Yates felt utterly embarrassed, unwilling to admit that her small courage had caused her legs to weaken with fear, she bit her lip, her face flushed, "I accidentally stepped on a rock, it’s so dark here, I couldn’t see clearly."

As soon as she finished speaking, her palm warmed as Matthew Saxon pulled her to his side, wrapped an arm around her waist, half-holding her in his arms, he said with a smile, "If you can’t see, just follow me closely."

The familiar scent enveloped her warmly, dispelling the cold fear inside her. Leaning in his embrace, Scarlett Yates suddenly felt less afraid.

Even though there were dark gun barrels surrounding them from all directions, even though death might come in the next second.

But at that moment, hiding in the small world Matthew Saxon created, she felt very secure.

She thought that if she were to die together with him, maybe it wouldn’t be too bad.

At least, she wouldn’t be alone on the road to the underworld.

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Those men, aside from aiming guns at them, didn’t do anything excessively cruel.

Like torturing them harshly before death, whipping or beating them severely, for example.

In the car, two armed men sat on either side of her and Matthew Saxon.

She was held in Matthew Saxon’s arms, her head entirely enveloped in his suit.

Matthew Saxon’s clothes had a very pleasant smell, which might also be emanating from him.

A faint scent of musk mixed with some evergreen undertones, a fragrance that makes one feel warm upon inhaling it.

Initially, Scarlett Yates felt a chill all over her body, but after being in his embrace for a while, her frozen blood seemed to thaw, and her limbs weren’t so stiff anymore.

She didn’t know where these men were taking her and Matthew Saxon.

But the road was getting more desolate; the car turned onto a winding path lacking paved cement, full of potholes, bordered by dense shrubs.

This road didn’t look like it was constructed intentionally, more like a shortcut someone had forced out.