Her body appeared very stiff, as if she was caught in some kind of tension, her body was tightly wound, and the hand hanging by her side was clenched very tightly.
After fastening his seat belt, Matthew Saxon looked up at her, and only then did he notice that Scarlett Yates's face had become very pale.
That fair-skinned, rosy, and pretty face, like a ripe apple, had turned extremely pale.
She tightly pressed her lips together, her eyes flickered uneasily a few times, and her whole being was in a state of tension.
Matthew Saxon touched her forehead: "What's wrong? Your face suddenly looks so bad."
His touch seemed to make her even more nervous, her body taut like a drawn bow, clearly anxious, yet a seemingly relaxed smile squeezed onto her lips: "It's nothing, just feeling a bit tired."
She did seem to look a bit tired indeed.
