Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 825: The Story Is a Bit Long

The tangled love and hatred of the previous generation, if told as a story, she could talk about itfor an entire day and night.

Matthew Saxon didn’t rush her.

At first, it was just a guess, but now seeing Scarlett Yates lost in thought, he knew he guessed right.

She indeed was hiding something from him.

And this matter was the reason she insisted on keeping her distance from him.

"Do you know why we had an arranged childhood marriage?" After a long silence and much thought, Scarlett finally spoke.

Matthew Saxon nodded: "Yes, your mother was my father’s lifesaver."

"What if I told you that the real reason isn’t like that? What if... this marriage was arranged just to satisfy someone’s selfish desire." Scarlett bit her lip, lifted her gaze to study his expression, saw his face still calm, and slowly continued, "The story is a bit long. If I reach a part you don’t want to hear, you can interrupt me."

She’s not very good at storytelling.

So instead of half an hour, she spent a whole hour narrating.

Meanwhile, she almost drifted from the topic, and the timeline and order of the story were also disorganized.

But finally, she managed to piece together a complete narrative, saying everything she needed and wanted to say.

After finishing, she felt like a criminal awaiting sentencing, nervous and somewhat pessimistically looking at him, awaiting his response.

What would he say?

Upon hearing the whole story, upon knowing the connection between Naomi Dougla’s death and her mother, would he hate her, or do something to her in revenge for his mother?

Matthew Saxon was silent for a long time.

The longer his silence lasted, the colder Scarlett Yates felt.

The tension, unease, and apprehension in her heart gradually transformed into sadness and bitterness with each second that passed, with his prolonged silence.

Perhaps the blanket covering her had been left in a damp place for too long, so after a short while, Scarlett Yates started feeling a bit cold.

The cold air seeped from the blanket, slipped into her clothes, and clung to her skin.

Her hands and feet felt somewhat cold and stiff.

From her starting point to the finish, Matthew Saxon’s facial expression hadn’t changed.

She couldn’t decipher any emotions from his face, neither happiness nor sadness, nor anger; they didn’t exist. His gaze was calm, uninterested, like a deep, unperturbed water.

Scarlett Yates was still quite self-aware.

Although Matthew Saxon listened quietly from start to finish, without giving her any unpleasant looks afterward, Scarlett still felt it’s important to have self-awareness, not count on others’ silence as permission to pretend nothing had happened.

She uncovered the blanket, her movements somewhat rigidly climbing out of bed, slowly moving to the edge...

Just as one foot reached down, a strong pair of arms extended from behind, wrapped around her waist, pulling her back to where she was.

She lay beside Matthew Saxon once again.

No, she was not just lying beside him this time but was drawn into his embrace.

Her face was pressed against his chest.

She heard the sound of his heartbeat, strong and regular.

When she collided into his embrace, her forehead bumped against his firm muscles, leaving her slightly dizzy and dazed.