The woman in his arms breathed evenly and smoothly, her eyes still tightly closed, lying on his chest with her hands on his chest, sound asleep, her cheeks rosy with no sign of waking up.
Her little face was as pink as a peach, making one irresistibly want to give it a pinch.
Matthew Saxon's hand indeed went to pinch it.
"Scarlett, wake up."
The low, gentle voice echoed in Scarlett Yates' ear, like the melodious sound of a beautiful violin.
Scarlett Yates' eyelids moved slightly, she vaguely heard someone calling her name, furrowed her brows, turned over, and buried the other side of her face into his arms.
Matthew couldn't help but chuckle, his lips curling up, as he reached out again to pinch her face twice, "Scarlett, wake up, we need to get out of the car."
This time, Matthew's volume increased a little.
Scarlett Yates frowned even harder, her whole face scrunched up, clearly unhappy about someone disrupting her sweet dream.
