Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 622: You Shouldn’t Have Angered Me

So, is that why she suddenly broke up with him?

If that’s the case, then her coldness and aversion make sense.

He began to explain, "Did she tell you? You’re mistaken, she and I actually..."

"I don’t want to hear it, and you don’t have to make up any more lies to deceive me. From now on, I won’t believe a single word you say." Before he could finish, Scarlett coldly interrupted him.

Her expression was indifferent and distant, with a hint of disdain in her eyes: "I don’t care anymore about when you and she got together."

Her gaze sent a shiver down his spine.

"Alexis and I are not how you think." He tried to explain again.

Scarlett looked impatient: "I’m not interested in the matters between you two. If Mr. Saxon has nothing else, I’ll head back first."

She pulled some loose change from her wallet, tucked it under the coffee cup, and smiled slightly at him: "Since Mr. Saxon has come from afar, I should at least show some hospitality. This time, it’s on me."

After speaking, she stuffed her wallet into the large pocket of her coat and stood up.

"In such a hurry to leave, have you made plans with your Senior Brother Scott?" Watching her about to leave, Matthew sat still, seemingly not intending to stop her.

Scarlett looked down, paused for a moment in silence, then nodded with a smile: "That’s right, Senior Brother Scott should have bought back the chestnuts, and they need to be eaten while hot, otherwise they don’t taste good."

"Do you like Jimmy Scott?" Matthew slowly raised his head, his long phoenix eyes filled with a dark, angry hue.

"Senior Brother Scott is handsome, comes from a good family, and is gentle, considerate, and attentive. During the half month we’ve lived together, he’s taken good care of me. Such a good man, what woman wouldn’t like him?"

This was a subtle admission.

Matthew’s face instantly turned completely black.

An alarming storm swirled in his eyes as he stood up with a cold expression.

He looked like he was about to devour someone.

His dark eyes seemed like a bottomless abyss.

Step by step, he walked up to her.

When his cold gaze fell on her face, Scarlett felt a shock in her heart, and her body involuntarily shuddered.

This usually nonchalant and unserious man was now surrounded by an aura of danger and intense oppression.

She felt scared for no reason.

She wanted to run, but it was already too late.

Matthew lifted her sharp chin, his slightly cool fingers slowly caressing along the graceful curve, his thin lips curving into a smile that was hard to decipher between joy and anger: "Scarlett Yates, you shouldn’t have angered me."

In a whirlwind, her body was hoisted up by an arm, like a burlap sack, onto his shoulder.

Scarlett’s face changed dramatically: "What are you doing, put me down."

Without saying a word, he carried her out.

Scarlett screamed: "Let go of me, let go of me."

Such loud screams drew the attention of bystanders.

People around turned to look at them.

Matthew met the curious or doubtful glances with a casual remark: "Just a little argument between a couple."

"No, no, I’m not his girlfriend, this guy is a thug, please call the police, he’s abducting me!" Scarlett shouted and screamed, waving her limbs in the air.

Matthew maintained a calm and composed demeanor, swept his gaze over the crowd, and said lightly: "Sorry for disturbing everyone, I’ll take her away quickly to restore the peace."