Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?

Chapter 1087: At Least Try Not to Cause Me So Much Trouble

"Get some air?" He sneered, seeing her disregard for her own health, anger welling up inside him, "In the dead of winter, you run out in the middle of the night to get cold air, Scarlett Yates, this way of getting air is something I’ve never seen before."Scarlett Yates remained silent.

Her silence only fueled Matthew Saxon’s rage further, feeling that she wouldn’t even speak to him, he pressed his lips together and said coldly, "What, you’re feeling wronged because I said a few words to you? Secretly wiping your tears here, do you regret being with me?"

How upset must she be to sit on the balcony in the middle of the night, secretly shedding tears?

Seeing her eyes swollen and red from crying, her nose red, and the wet traces of tears still visible on her face, Matthew suddenly felt a sense of guilt.

It felt like he was some sort of villain, bullying this frail woman into such a pitiful state.

"I wasn’t crying." Scarlett pulled at her lips, smiling unnaturally, reaching up to rub her eyes, she said lightly, "It was just sand blown into my eyes, I rubbed them because it was uncomfortable."

She was obviously lying with her eyes open.

Daring to say she hadn’t cried, her eyes were swollen like light bulbs, with puffy circles around them.

Crying like this, she must’ve been sitting on the balcony for at least an hour.

She was only wearing a robe, and even though it was soft and warm, it was certainly cold on a balcony without heating.

He had only stood on the balcony for a moment and his hands and feet felt icy, so what of her?

Her face was frozen stiff, devoid of color, a deathly pale, lacking in energy, with no spirit in her eyes.

"Surely you’ve had enough air by now, it’s freezing outside, how much longer are you planning to stay? Even if you don’t care about your own body, at least don’t create more trouble for me." When Matthew Saxon reached out to pull her up, he felt as if he had touched ice.

Her hand was frozen stiff, like ice, without a hint of warmth.

He reached out to touch her face; her face was also ice-cold, void of any warmth.

Because of his touch, Scarlett Yates’s body shivered slightly, instinctively turning her head to the side.

His fingers brushed lightly across her cheek.

Matthew Saxon pressed his lips tightly, a flash of anger in his eyes, realizing she was resisting his approach, he let out a cold laugh, wrapped his arm around her waist, and simply lifted her up horizontally.

Scarlett Yates struggled slightly.

His anger intensified, his arm tightened around her waist, almost bending her in half.

He lowered his head, his long phoenix eyes narrowing slightly, a dangerous glint in his eyes, threatening harshly, "Move again, and see how I deal with you."

After the cold threat, Scarlett Yates seemed frightened and stopped moving in his arms.

Matthew Saxon raised his chin slightly, seemingly reluctantly satisfied with her reaction, and carried her in large strides back into the bedroom.

Once inside, he closed the wide-open French windows, blocking out the cold air blowing in from outside.

Carrying Scarlett Yates straight to the bed, after placing her down with a cold expression, he turned and pressed the wall-mounted thermostat, raising the temperature by eight degrees.

Warmth quickly spread from all directions, the room’s temperature rising rapidly, dispelling the lingering cold air.