Chapter 1398: Then He’ll Play Along to the End

Chapter 1398: Chapter 1398: Then He’ll Play Along to the End

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?

If she really had such a stubborn temper, then he’d accompany her to the end.

He wanted to see how long she could endure.

"Young Master..." A gentle knock on the door sounded from outside.

Matthew Saxon didn’t turn his head: "Come in."

A moment later, the sound of the door being pushed open came, Olly first peeked inside before slowly walking in carrying freshly-made wontons.

"Young Master, your late-night snack is ready." Olly stopped about four or five meters away, turned around, and placed the snack on the side table.

Matthew Saxon absent-mindedly responded: "Mm."

After placing the bowl down, Olly knew that Matthew Saxon was in a bad mood tonight, and didn’t dare linger in front of him, slightly bowing: "Then Young Master... if there’s nothing else, I’ll leave?"

"Mm." Still a distracted response.

With his permission, Olly immediately turned and walked out.

Earlier, when someone woke her from her sweet dream, they had already told her the rough situation.

Upon hearing it, Olly was taken aback and found it a bit unbelievable.

She hadn’t expected the Young Master to bring other women back so quickly.

The Young Master... clearly still liked the Young Madam.

Whether it was him privately asking her to send umbrellas and clothes to the Young Madam, or him urgently calling a doctor when the Young Madam was sick with a fever, everything proved he had feelings for her.

But why... did it come to this?

When she heard that the Young Master wanted to kick the Young Madam out for a woman he just met, she truly couldn’t believe it.

The Young Master knew very well that the Young Madam was still sick, her body hadn’t recovered yet.

Just after her fever had subsided, he forced her out to face the cold, wouldn’t this make her illness get worse?

If the Young Madam fell ill again, it would be much more serious than the first time.

She could think of these issues, and believed the Young Master could too, yet he still didn’t stop the Young Madam, letting her leave.

Thinking it over, Olly felt a headache.

The Young Madam was right, she really didn’t understand this thing called feelings.

Clearly, things that could be explained in a few sentences, yet they insisted on making a fuss, is this what so-called love is about?

"Wait a minute." Just as Olly was about to walk out, Matthew Saxon finally raised his head to look at her, calling out to her.