Her constitution is naturally not suited to the cold, once winter hits, no matter how many layers she wears, she still feels chilly, unless she stays in a heated room twenty-four hours a day.

Matthew Saxon glanced her up and down, raised an eyebrow, with a mischievous smile in his eyes: "Oh? You’re wearing four layers? Let me check personally to see if you’re lying."

As he finished speaking, he reached a hand toward her.

Scarlett Yates let out a "wow" before his hand touched her, quickly retreating into the corner, her eyes bright like glass beads, dark and shiny, glaring at him: "Matthew Saxon, what are you doing?"

There are still people in the car!

She lowered her voice and cast a glance toward George: "You should pay more attention to your image in front of your subordinates."

Although George appeared to be entirely focused on driving, seemingly oblivious to whatever they were doing, could one really just ignore such a noticeable presence?

Matthew followed her gaze to glance at George, his expression unconcerned as he smirked, smiling somewhat roguishly: "Who made the rule that you can’t flirt with your wife in front of subordinates? Relax, George is very tactful; he’ll pretend to be deaf and dumb throughout. If he lacks this awareness, why would I keep him?"

As he finished speaking, his mischievous hand reached for Scarlett again, extending his long arm to pull her out from the corner, pressing her into his embrace and lifting her chin, his fingers rubbing her lips lightly.

His sensual thin lips curved into an enticing arc, his handsome face inching closer to her, with a wicked smile he said: "Scarlett, guess what I most want to do right now?"

The closer he got, the more clearly Scarlett could feel the breath he exhaled.

When his lightly warm breath landed at the edge of her lips, Scarlett felt her heart start to pound madly.

A sudden heat on her lips, Matthew’s lips pressed down dominantly and forcefully, leaving her no room for resistance.

"Mmh..." Scarlett struggled twice, her voice muffled and speech incoherent, "Matthew... Matthew Saxon... you..."

Her protests were effectively blocked by his mouth.

Just as Matthew said, George remained in his state of pretending to be deaf and blind, eyes fixed ahead, focused on driving, completely ignoring whatever was happening in the back seat.

This sudden unexpected kiss lasted until Scarlett was nearly suffocating before Matthew mercifully released her.

Once free, Scarlett began to inhale deeply, her dark eyes still a bit dazed, her cheeks flushed like blood, lips delicate like rose petals, glaring at him with a hint of accusation.

Just now, she nearly fainted from lack of air.

If she really passed out for this reason, she would likely become a laughingstock for Matthew, who would tease her about it from time to time.

After all, there couldn’t be many people who faint from suffocation because of kissing.

Matthew teased her: "Scarlett Yates, why are you so clueless? Still don’t know how to kiss properly, I’ve taught you so many times, yet you haven’t made any progress at all?"

Her reactions were just as awkward and clumsy as the first time.

Scarlett’s cheeks reddened even more, feeling hot, as if there were flames grilling her.

How could she admit that each time Matthew got close, she started feeling dizzy, and when he kissed her, she was overwhelmed by a spinning sensation, her mind going blank, completely unable to think.