Her head still hurt badly, and when she suddenly got up, a wave of dizziness hit her, causing her to fall back again.
A low, muffled laugh reached her ears, and amidst her dizziness, she fell back into Matthew Saxon's embrace.
Just as she tried to pull away from his arms again, his cool fingers landed on her chin, gently pinching it, lifting her head up.
At this angle, she was looking up, and Matthew was looking down, their gazes locked together.
Scarlett wanted to avoid it, but she couldn't escape.
The fingers clamped on her chin held her head firmly, preventing her from having a chance to run away.
"Matthew Saxon, what are you doing?" Scarlett was a bit annoyed, biting her lip, glaring at him fiercely, "Let go of me. Don't you think I like Maxwell Saxon? Don't you hope I marry Maxwell? Since you care so little about me, don't always act so ambiguously with me."
His mood was indeed just like the ever-changing weather.
