Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?

Chapter 1084: Stop Trying to Provoke Me

Scarlett Yates knew she couldn’t escape or avoid it, so she could only close her eyes again, silently counting one sheep, two sheep, three sheep in her mind, trying to ignore his presence in this way.--

Two hours later.

Matthew Saxon carried her out from the bathroom.

Her petite body was wrapped in a large bathrobe, with two sections of her lotus-like white tender arms showing obvious scratches.

Such scratches were plenty on Scarlett Yates’s body, not just her arms.

Thinking of Matthew Saxon’s madness, Scarlett Yates’s body involuntarily trembled.

He actually bathed her for two hours.

During those two hours, he washed her again and again, the bath sponge scraping her skin over and over.

It was less of a bath and more of a punishment.

Unable to bear it anymore, she red-eyed pleaded with him, but he just coldly laughed, saying he was going to thoroughly wash off the detestable scent from her body.

The scratched skin was unbearably painful, and after bathing, Scarlett Yates’s face was as white as paper, cold sweat appearing on her forehead.

She felt as if she had rolled in chili water, with no place on her body left unscathed.

Her whole being was utterly exhausted, her body weakly slumped in Matthew Saxon’s arms, even moving her fingers felt beyond tiring.

But there was one thing that surprised Scarlett Yates.

She thought that under those circumstances, Matthew Saxon would want her, but he really just bathed her, without even a hint of intimacy towards her.

Matthew Saxon placed her on the bed, then stood at the edge of the bed looking down at her.

Scarlett Yates turned her head to the side, blinked her sore eyes, and tried hard to force back the tears already slipping to the corners of her eyes.

Matthew Saxon said nothing, just stood there silently watching her for a while, then turned and walked out.

As he was about to reach the door, Scarlett Yates finally couldn’t help but crawl up from the bed, looking at his cold back, choking back tears, she asked: "Matthew, where are you going?"

Matthew Saxon’s steps paused, he opened the door, stayed silent for a few seconds, and replied lightly: "The study."

The study, he says he’s going to the study...

Scarlett Yates’s lips curled into a bitter smile, her hand clutching the blanket beneath her: "You don’t need to go to the study, I’ll leave."

This was originally his room.

Since he refused to share a bedroom with her now, should she consciously propose to leave?

She consciously suggested going to sleep in another room, not only did it not satisfy Matthew Saxon, rather it seemed to annoy him somehow, his face suddenly darkened, his gaze cooled, as if very angry, he gritted his teeth and said: "Scarlett Yates, stop trying to provoke me, pushing me to the edge will do you no good."

Push?

Scarlett Yates didn’t understand why he used this word.

When had she ever pushed him?

Him going to the study, isn’t it just that he doesn’t want to stay in the same room with her?

He presumes she has been involved with Maxwell Saxon, presumes she betrayed him, presumes she’s a fickle woman, if she were him, she wouldn’t want to sleep in the same room with such a nauseating woman either.

She merely took the initiative to speak the words he wanted to say, why did that anger him?

"Stay here properly, do not go anywhere."

After throwing down this sentence, he slammed the door shut, leaving without looking back.

With a bang, he forcefully swung it, the door closed heavily, in the silent night, the sound was especially clear, even those downstairs could hear it.