Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 808: Why Move?

With a loud bang, he deliberately opened the car door while Angela’s face was pressed against the window.

"Ah!" Angela cried out, clutching her nose.

"Do you have any gentlemanly manners at all? Is this how you treat a lady? You..." Angela’s complaints halted abruptly when she saw who had gotten out of the car.

Her eyes widened even more.

It really was Matthew Saxon.

"No gentlemanly manners are needed for a foolish woman like you." Matthew Saxon closed the car door, not even looking at her, and walked straight to Scarlett’s side.

Angela shouted, "I’m such an intelligent and clever woman, and you call me stupid? You have no judgment."

Matthew turned his head, squinting at her, and said just one sentence that made Angela’s face change instantly: "Now you’ve even learned to talk back. Have you been living too comfortably these days, so much that you’ve forgotten your identity?"

Angela instantly withered like a frost-bitten eggplant.

"Where are you going?" Matthew asked.

"To eat." Angela bit her lip, looking at Matthew with resentment, "Scarlett and I just finished tidying up the room. We’re tired and hungry, planning to eat hot pot outside the neighborhood."

Upon hearing the words ’hot pot,’ Matthew frowned briefly.

The hot pot meal he had with Scarlett was a memory etched in his mind, an experience not particularly pleasant.

"You go by yourself." Matthew quickly rearranged Angela’s plans, "Scarlett will have dinner with me."

After speaking, he ignored Angela, turned towards Scarlett, and said, "Get in the car. I have something very important to discuss with you."

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Half an hour later, the two were seated in the best hotel in A City.

"What to eat?" Matthew flipped through the menu, looking up at her.

The window seat offered a view of the busy streets with cars flowing and pedestrians rushing by.

The sparkling neon lights were beautiful, the rainbow-colored lights on the building façade opposite were stunning, and the streetlights on both sides of the road were also beautiful.

Scarlett had never seriously admired the night view of A City.

Her life was monotonously two-point and one-line, either in the hospital or at home.

Life is strange like that, often people you think you’ll have no more interaction with suddenly appear.

Just like Matthew Saxon.

That day, after he stormed out in anger, Scarlett took a cab home herself.

Later, she returned to A City.

She thought she wouldn’t see Matthew Saxon again unless something special happened.

Yet within a week of returning to A City, Matthew Saxon unexpectedly found her new home.

Now, the two were sitting face-to-face, dining in the most luxurious hotel in A City.

This kind of thing, Scarlett had never even imagined.

Matthew’s question pulled her attention back from the view outside the window.

Scarlett reluctantly withdrew her gaze.

"You can decide."

She wasn’t in the mood to think about what to eat, her mind fixated on what important matter Matthew wanted to discuss.

Matthew didn’t ask for her opinion again, said a few words to the waiter, who took the menu, nodded repeatedly, and respectfully left.

"Why move?" On the table was poured red wine, Matthew swirled his glass, took a sip, his narrow eyes carried a complex and indistinct expression, looking at her with an unreadable gaze.