Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?

Chapter 1082: You Won’t Even Look at Me

She didn’t want to become his tool for venting."When Maxwell Saxon treated you like this, did you ever beg him to let you go?" Matthew Saxon ignored her pleas, his voice cold and piercing, sneering, "If he can touch you, why can’t I? Don’t forget, you are my fiancée, I’m merely exercising my rightful rights."

"I always thought you were a woman who valued purity, so when you were unwilling, I never forced you. I cared for you, respected you, thinking of saving your first time for our wedding night."

"But now I realize how ridiculous my thoughts were."

The last piece of clothing was removed by him.

Scarlett Yates closed her eyes in humiliation.

Seeing her tears and expression of pain, Matthew Saxon couldn’t help but let out a couple of cold laughs, picking her up like a chick and throwing her into the bathtub.

The water in the tub enveloped her body, its warmth surrounding her stiff form.

The comfortable water temperature failed to thaw her cold limbs, she trembled beneath the water, eyes tightly shut, her long eyelashes fluttering lightly like butterfly wings.

A rustling sound reached her ears.

With a splash, Matthew Saxon also stepped into the tub.

Water overflowed, splashing all over the floor.

Scarlett Yates clenched her fists, biting her lip, her muscles tensed with nervousness.

With another splash, Matthew Saxon lay down.

The large and wide bathtub was spacious enough for two people without feeling crowded at all.

Matthew Saxon stretched his long arms, pulling Scarlett Yates’ stiff body into his embrace, his slender fingers pinched her pointed chin, sneering by her ear, "Do you not want to face me at all?"

Scarlett Yates said nothing, biting her lips even harder.

She was encircled in Matthew Saxon’s arms, his body temperature hotter than the water.

With every breath, all she sensed was his presence.

Domineering, arrogant, and utterly alluring.

Maybe she hadn’t eaten much that evening, by this time her stomach was already hungry, and after soaking in the water for a while, Scarlett Yates felt dizzy.

Matthew Saxon’s fingers slowly moved up from her chin, lightly landing near her lips.

He tugged at her tightly bitten lips, then let out a low, chilly laugh, "Do I disgust you so much that you won’t even look at me?"

Scarlett Yates’ breath caught, startled, her lashes quivering frantically.

When Matthew Saxon pulled her into his arms, her face turned a fiery red, even the roots of her ears and neck reddened.

Not sure if it was due to the high water temperature, when Matthew Saxon lowered his gaze to look at her again, her face was already flush red, her skin tinged with a faint pink.

Matthew Saxon paused, his gaze turning somewhat dark.

At this moment, Scarlett Yates looked as beautiful as a peach blossom about to bloom.

"Scarlett Yates, open your eyes and look at me!" He intensified his grip, squeezing her chin forcefully.

Scarlett Yates whimpered in pain, her brow furrowing tightly, and slowly opened her eyes.

The instant their eyes met, her heart skipped a beat, her breath faltered.

His long, captivating eyes fixed on her, shimmering with an entrancing light, under the misty warmth, his thin lips reflected a tempting luster.

Scarlett Yates’ face instantly flushed hot like fire.

This was her first time being so intimate with Matthew Saxon in a sober state.

Her heartbeat throbbed intensely, after a single glance at him, her face turned completely red, and she quickly turned her head away.