Free Web NovelChapter 1129: Chapter 1129: Who Cares About You?
Matthew Saxon again had to protect Scarlett Yates, while avoiding the frantic journalists, making him appear slightly strained. He quickly lowered his head to glance at Scarlett, his thin lips pressed into a line of restraint: "It’s okay, just wait a little longer, it’ll be over soon."
Just as he finished speaking, a group of security guards rushed out, instantly forming a human wall to block the journalists outside.
The situation instantly reversed.
The journalists blocked outside were still unwilling to give up, loudly shouting, "Young Master Saxon, Young Master Saxon..."
Matthew Saxon, holding Scarlett Yates, swiftly walked into the building.
The moment they stepped into the Seymour lobby, the surroundings suddenly quieted down.
Scarlett Yates couldn’t help but turn her head to take a look. She saw those journalists still trying to break through the layers of human walls erected by the security guards. As maddeningly crazy as they could get.
Scarlett Yates took a deep breath, clicked her tongue and said, "They are really crazy. Is it worth going all out just for a bit of news?"
Matthew Saxon’s expression remained gloomy, his face cold. It was not until he had carried Scarlett Yates into the elevator and pressed the floor button that he said coldly: "I didn’t expect them to get the news so quickly."
He and Scarlett Yates had picked up their wedding certificate only an hour ago, and immediately a large number of journalists rushed to the outside of Seymour Tower, clearly indicating they were followed on the way. freewёbnoνel.com
And through all this, he hadn’t noticed a thing.
Since when did his vigilance drop so low?
Realizing this, Matthew Saxon’s expression became even darker. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
Reduced vigilance is not a good thing. It means that if he really encountered danger, he wouldn’t even have the chance to find a way to escape.
Even worse, at the time he was entirely focused on Scarlett Yates, and his lowered vigilance could be traced to that reason, but how George didn’t notice anything either?
The elevator doors closed, and the atmosphere became somewhat stifling.
It was at this moment that Scarlett Yates belatedly realized she was being held by Matthew Saxon, and he had carried her through the lobby, where people were coming and going; who knows how many people had seen them.
There was sweat on his forehead, his brows knitted together, unsure of what he was thinking, his gaze was somewhat cold and a bit harsh.
Tiny beads of sweat gathered together, forming droplets that slid down from his forehead, down the bridge of his prominent sculpted nose.
Scarlett Yates somehow found his sweaty appearance very sexy. She thought she must be crazy.
She was infatuated, staring blankly for a few seconds at the droplet that was about to slide further down, she raised her hand to wipe his forehead twice, then gently pushed him, saying: "Matthew Saxon, put me down, I can walk by myself."
Hearing her voice, Matthew Saxon seemed to come to his senses, first looking down at her, the harshness and coldness in his eyes gradually faded away, he smiled and resumed normalcy, jokingly said: "Everyone saw me carrying you in just now, isn’t it a bit late to be shy now?"
"I am not shy."
His Peach Blossom Eyes curved, full of mischievous charm: "Oh? Then you’re worried that I’m too tired, feeling sorry for me?"
Scarlett Yates’s face grew hot, glaring at him: "Who’s feeling sorry for you? Don’t be so self-centered."
He lowered his head, leaned toward her eyes, and gently kissed her mouth that was saying one thing but meaning another: "Of course, it’s my wife who’s feeling sorry for me."
"Who’s your wife? You don’t... mm..." As he leaned closer, the intoxicating aura slipped into her nose, and when his kiss landed, Scarlett Yates went soft in his arms.
