His initiative to admit fault not only failed to have any effect, it actually made Scarlett Yates, who was already feeling tense and scared, flare up in anger.

She gritted her teeth and whispered, "You mean to say, you were joking with me?"

To put it nicely, it was a joke; in other words, wasn’t he just playing her like a fool?

Matthew Saxon hadn’t realized she was already furious and continued to coax her gently, "Mm, it was just a joke. How could I bear to make you uncomfortable in a place like this..."

Before he could finish his sentence, slap, the other side of his face also got a smack. Scarlett Yates was furious: "Matthew Saxon, are you crazy? Do you find teasing me entertaining? You bastard!"

Caught off guard, Matthew didn’t manage to dodge, and his handsome face took another solid slap.

For anyone else, daring to lay a finger on his face would be courting death.

But since it was Scarlett Yates who slapped him, he couldn’t even complain; he had to just take it and not only refrain from getting angry but also soothe the person who hit him.

One reaps what they sow.

"Scarlett, you’ve scolded and hit me now; shouldn’t you have calmed down a bit?"

It seemed like the couple next door had already quieted down, and no more embarrassing sounds were coming from them.

But the movie, it was impossible to continue watching.

Scarlett Yates gave Matthew Saxon’s chest another hit with her claws, then lifted her leg and unceremoniously stomped on him: "You bastard, you stay here and watch by yourself."

After saying this, she pushed him away, gave him a fierce glare, and left before the movie was over.

"Scarlett, wait for me." Seeing her petite figure storming off in anger, Matthew Saxon got up and chased after her.

He quickly caught up with Scarlett Yates.

The two of them walked out of the theater.

"Scarlett, are you really mad?" Matthew thickened his skin and leaned closer, a smile playing on his lips, his handsome face swaying in front of her eyes, "You’ve already scolded me, slapped me, and kicked me, yet you’re still so angry. Tell me, what do I need to do for you to calm down?"

"Do you want to hit me a couple more times?" He proactively offered his handsome face, one side still showing five distinct red fingerprints.

"What, do you think I wouldn’t dare hit you?" Seeing the fingerprints on his face, Scarlett Yates was momentarily stunned, frowning.

In the dim light of the theater, she hadn’t been able to see clearly, and only outside did she realize she might have hit too hard with those two slaps.

Scarlett Yates certainly wasn’t seriously angry enough to ignore Matthew Saxon over this trivial matter. In fact, after delivering those slaps, she didn’t expect herself to exert so much force, and upon seeing the fingerprints on Matthew’s face, she felt a little embarrassed inside.

She didn’t really mean to hit him; it was because he was being unbearable, she lost her temper and exploded.

With anger in her heart, she couldn’t control her temper.

"You’ve slapped both sides of my face already; why wouldn’t you dare? But can you be a bit gentler this time? It’s not that I care about appearances, but if people see the marks on my face and mistake you for a tigress, that wouldn’t be good."

"I’m thinking of your image here."

"Matthew Saxon, are you indirectly calling me a tigress?"

Sometimes, when a woman becomes unreasonable, it’s really hard to deal with.

Matthew had a bit of a headache, "Scarlett, that’s not what I meant." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Scarlett Yates seized on his words to make a big deal out of it, "That’s exactly what you mean. You’ve said before that you like gentle and cute women. But I’m neither gentle nor cute. Do you regret it now?"