But finding out where exactly she had gone wasn’t difficult at all. In Darknight City, aside from the guest rooms and bathrooms, there were cameras installed in almost every corner.

All he needed was a phone call, and he could know the truth.

But he didn’t want to do that. Even if he wanted to know the truth, he wanted to hear it from her own mouth.

Matthew Saxon clenched his fists. After forcing down the anger in his chest, he picked up the blanket that had slipped from his hand again and laid it over her.

In his mind, countless scenes flickered past. Thinking carefully, Scarlett Yates’s abnormal behavior had started the moment she disappeared and then reappeared.

From that moment on, there was something off about her.

Later, when he made that joke about being a horny mosquito, her reaction became even stranger.

Why had her face suddenly gone pale? Why had her body turned so stiff? Why had she fallen asleep just now with her back to him...

Many, many questions seemed to already have an answer.

Matthew Saxon’s fingers tightened more and more, almost crushing the steering wheel.

In his long, phoenix-shaped eyes, a storm was churning in the depths, ready to overturn the sky at any moment.

He pressed his lips together and slowly closed his eyes. On the steering wheel, his pale knuckles loosened bit by bit, then balled into fists again.

Scarlett, you’d better not be lying to me. Otherwise, I really can’t guarantee what irrational things I might do.

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On the way back, Matthew Saxon ran two red lights in a row and almost crashed into the guardrail.

When the car reached the Saxon Mansion and the bronze gates opened, his Lamborghini shot in like an arrow.

The tires kicked up the fallen leaves on the ground. At that extreme speed, the spinning wheels ground the dead leaves into dust.

Wherever his car passed, dust flew everywhere.

The two guards at the gate were both startled, turning to look, faces full of confusion. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

What’s wrong with the Young Master today? He’s already home, and he’s still driving that fast, like he’s street racing.

Just as they were muttering, a few minutes later they heard an even harsher sound ring out.

A sharp, piercing screech, coming from the garage, like a car being slammed to a halt at extreme speed.

The guards couldn’t help exchanging another look.

The Young Master today... really seems off.

Who knows which unlucky soul pissed him off.

The tires screeched against the ground, making that sharp, harsh sound, and in the middle of it, Scarlett woke up.

Matthew Saxon parked the car, turned his head to glance at her, and said flatly, "We’re here. Get out."

Scarlett rubbed her eyes, answered in a drowsy mumble, and slowly sat up.

Matthew Saxon didn’t unbuckle her seat belt like he used to, nor did he open the door for her. Instead, he got out of the car first.

Scarlett could feel that something was off about him, but she didn’t think too much about it. She unbuckled her seat belt herself, pushed the door open, and stepped out.

The AC had been running in the car, and after getting used to the temperature inside, the cold air outside instantly wrapped around her. She shivered from the chill.

This time, Matthew Saxon didn’t come over to pull her into his arms like before.

After locking the car, he walked out of the garage without a word.

Scarlett stood there in a daze for a few seconds. Her heart suddenly started pounding hard again, and a vague sense of dread crept up on her.

If earlier she thought she might just be overthinking Matthew Saxon’s odd behavior, then now she could be sure that there was really something wrong with him.

Stunned for a few seconds, she quickly hurried after him.