"Very well, the ball’s in, Scarlett, you’re learning quickly. You’ve really never played before?"

In the billiard room.

The plan was for all four of them to play pool together, but it ended up with Scarlett Yates and Matthew Saxon at one table, and the other three at another.

"This is a farce, absolutely fake." Vincent Reed couldn’t stand it anymore. He threw down his cue and, pulling Allan Simmons aside, said, "That shot just now, he clearly made it himself, yet he can blatantly lie with his eyes wide open. Look at this, no matter how capable someone is, once they fall in love, they seem to become a different person."

"I feel like we are completely superfluous here."

"If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn’t have believed it. I used to think he was into Alice Green, but now I realize, his feelings for Alice are nothing compared to what he has now, not even a tenth."

"So, are we here tonight to watch him put on a love show?"

The three of them discussed it for a while, exchanged glances, sighed, and then picked up their cues to continue their boring game.

This pool game was not played like this before; it used to be much more interesting.

Now, to avoid scaring Matthew Saxon’s sweetheart, their little sister-in-law, no one dared to play as they used to.

Back then, playing pool was accompanied by a dozen beauties, that was fun.

But now, who dares to play like that? Wouldn’t that scare this virtuous little sister-in-law?

Meanwhile, as their game was getting increasingly uninteresting, Scarlett Yates, taught by Matthew Saxon himself, was getting more and more engaged.

"I’ve told you, pool is easy to learn. See, haven’t you already gotten the hang of it?" Matthew Saxon had the balls set up again, handed the cue to Scarlett Yates, and gave her an encouraging smile, "This time, try it on your own."

After making a few shots, albeit with Matthew Saxon’s help, Scarlett Yates was much more confident and ready to operate on her own, without any stage fright.

She rolled up her sleeves, rubbed her hands together, clenched her fist, and softly cheered herself on a couple of times before accepting the cue from Matthew’s hand.

"As I just said, focus, aim, shoot quickly..." Matthew Saxon was already turning into a patient teacher, carefully advising from the side.

Scarlett Yates took a deep breath; although she was full of confidence, she still felt a bit nervous.

With the tension, a fine sweat broke out on her forehead.

Matthew Saxon wiped her sweat, his movements gentle and tender, wiping off every bit, then patted her shoulder, encouraging her, "No need to be nervous; it’s okay if you miss the shot. We’re just playing for fun."

Scarlett Yates took another deep breath and nodded, "Yeah."

The others, already bored, watched this scene, unable to help but shake their heads, sighing with emotion.

When had they ever seen Matthew Saxon be so patient and gentle with any woman?

Speaking of looks, this girl didn’t stand out among the women he used to know; her figure wasn’t exceptional either. Although they hadn’t known each other for long, you could tell from how she threw a tantrum at Matthew Saxon in the private room that she wasn’t one of those gentle, submissive women.

She wouldn’t give Young Master Saxon face in public, let alone in private, where she could lose her temper however she wished.

Nevertheless, even if she wasn’t gentle, obedient, or well-behaved, so what? The discerning Young Master Saxon just happened to like her style.