Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 301: I have nothing to talk about with you

She thought, there really wasn’t any need to continue communication between them.

"If the Young Master has nothing else to discuss, I won’t entertain you further." Scarlett Yates spoke with her head lowered, and without glancing at him, she turned around and walked away.

The steps that seemed impossible to take finally moved.

Though the movement was slow, at least she could walk, even if it was slowly, as long as she could leave the place where Matthew Saxon was present.

"Scarlett Yates, where are you going? To find Knox Simmons?" Behind her, Matthew Saxon’s voice was still calm, seemingly tinged with a hint of amusement and sounded so casual.

So casual it seemed he asked just out of boredom, picking a random topic to inquire about.

"Does the Young Master really care who I find?" Scarlett Yates placed one hand on the door frame and didn’t look back, her voice dripping with cold sarcasm.

"Hmm." Matthew’s cool response was clear in her ear.

Scarlett Yates’s stance instantly stiffened.

She expected Matthew Saxon to either not respond or to sneer and mock her with a few words.

But he said, hmm...

Such an answer was never in her anticipation.

For a moment, her heartbeat faltered, but soon went back to normal.

She was silent for a few seconds, and since her back was turned to him, Matthew Saxon couldn’t see her expression, her gaze.

He could only hear her laughter still filled with sarcasm and sharp words, "The Young Master really knows how to joke, these words could easily be misunderstood, making one believe that the Young Master truly cares about me."

"Are you upset because I accompanied Alice in the hospital and neglected you?"

A shadow suddenly appeared behind her, its long silhouette casting down and engulfing her within it.

The familiar scent drifted softly from behind her.

He stood there silently like a ghost, suddenly behind her.

Scarlett Yates wasn’t sure if she was frightened or had some other inexplicable reason, but her body shivered slightly, the hand resting on the door frame loosened as she intended to move forward.

"Scarlett Yates, do you think I’ll let you go without clearing things up?"

Matthew suddenly reached out and grabbed her.

Whether she wanted it or not, he pulled her into the small wooden cabin he had just emerged from.

Then he locked the door.

The old-fashioned wooden door required a latch to be fastened to close.

Matthew still firmly gripped Scarlett Yates’s wrist with one hand while proficiently securing the latch with the other.

After doing all this, he turned around and dragged Scarlett Yates to the tea room.

The small wooden cabin had a delicate little room by the window designated for tea drinking and chatting after meals.

This position was excellent, allowing ample sunlight to pour in from the window, landing perfectly on the rosewood table with its ancient design.

On the table sat an exquisite and beautiful tea set.

Fine white porcelain decorated with a few orchids, steam rising from the spout, with a sweet and rich tea scent drifting in the mist.

Evidently, this pot of tea had just been brewed.

Whether it was brewed by Matthew Saxon or the staff here, was unknown.

Matthew closed the tea room’s door, then gestured to a spot on the side, raising his brow, "Scarlett Yates, sit down, we need to talk properly."

"Matthew Saxon, what do you want again? I have nothing to discuss with you." Scarlett Yates got angry, forcefully shook him off, lowered her head to rub her wrist marked red from his grip, then looked up again, glaring at him with resentment.