He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, outside was a pitch-black night.
Like ink splattered, it was as dark as ink.
Yet he could still see the snow floating in the air.
He knew very well how cold it was outside.
He also knew that if Scarlett Yates stayed outside for a few more hours, she would certainly be frozen.
Because he was so clear about it, he was sure that it wouldn't be long before that damned woman couldn't stand the cold and would lower her head to him.
He had made up his mind to curb her temper.
But...
He waited for so long and finally received a call, yet it was not what he imagined.
Scarlett Yates showed no intent to lower her head.
It seemed she intended to stay outside longer, which was why the person who called suggested sending her a quilt.
At that moment, Matthew Saxon was both angry and furious, and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
Fine, very well.
Does she mean she'd rather freeze to death than lower her head to him?
