Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 733: You Heartless Woman
The moment she saw Matthew Saxon, she thought to herself, rumors can sometimes be reliable after all; indeed, this second young master had a face as enchanting as a demon.
Watching the blush creep onto Softy’s fair cheeks, Matthew’s expression shifted slightly, a strange color flickering in his eyes.
He actually thought of that damned woman again.
The eyes in front of him, that face flushed with pink, looked so much like hers.
Matthew felt a bit frustrated inside.
He gripped Softy’s chin, pressing his thin lips together, and stared at her anxious face for a moment before suddenly letting out a cold smile. He released her, picked up an empty wine glass from the table, and put it into Softy’s hand, saying, "Drink with me."
Easton laughed and hollered, "Softy, you really have the skills here. Hurry up and drink heartily with the second young master. Make sure she drinks to her heart’s content, and there’ll be a big reward from me."
Glass after glass followed.
At first, everyone watched for fun, but gradually they were amazed by Softy’s drinking capacity.
This seemingly delicate little girl had an unexpectedly high alcohol tolerance.
Two bottles of red wine were down.
Matthew was already feeling tipsy, yet Softy’s gaze remained clear, not showing any sign of intoxication.
"Second Young Master, maybe you shouldn’t drink more?" Seeing that Matthew was drunk, Softy hesitated whether to pour him more wine or not.
But Matthew snatched the glass from her hand, giving a devilish smile, his eyes half-narrowed, his face full of mischief.
He didn’t speak, just looked at Softy with a smile, his gaze sometimes gentle, sometimes doting, and sometimes turning cold and frightening.
Softy knew well in her heart, she was probably being mistaken for another woman.
That gaze full of love and hate entanglement in his eyes was not unfamiliar to her.
Softy found herself feeling a little jealous of the woman who was so deeply cared for by him.
Who exactly could it be, who could make a man like Matthew Saxon so concerned and affectionate, influencing his emotions so thoroughly?
Matthew drank a few more glasses of red wine, and gradually, he couldn’t hold on anymore. When he reached for the wine glass in Softy’s hand again, his body swayed and he collapsed onto the sofa.
"Second Young Master, Second Young Master." Softy was startled and quickly tried to push him, but saw that his eyes were closed tightly, muttering something under his breath.
Softy couldn’t help but lean in closer to listen, vaguely hearing him calling a woman’s name.
"Scarlett... Scarlett... you heartless woman."
Softy was stunned, an indescribable feeling rising in her heart, somewhat uncomfortable.
So it was Scarlett, even while drunk he was still calling her name. Did he really like this Scarlett that much?
She gently called Matthew’s name twice more but got no response.
Softy frowned, turned around, a trace of concern on her face: "Young Master Easton, the second young master is drunk."
Easton noted Softy’s expression, smiled ambiguously, and touched his chin, saying, "Isn’t it better when drunk? I’ve already told you what needs to be done. Tonight you must take good care of him."
Softy’s eyes flickered for a moment, she was silent for a few seconds, and then gently nodded, "Yes."
Easton smiled, rang the bell to call over two people to help Matthew up, and then told them the room number that had been prepared, instructing Softy to go along with them.
After they left, a man who had a good relationship with Easton usually glanced outside the door, furrowed his brow, and said with some concern, "Easton, are you sure about doing this? If Matthew gets unhappy later..."
