"Just don't do anything." Matthew Saxon opened the car door and shoved her inside, "Instead of thinking about these things that haven't happened yet, why not think about inviting me to dinner again."
Bang—
He closed the car door, rubbed his temples, and stepped on the accelerator.
Scarlett Yates opened the car window, letting fresh air flow into the car.
She really didn't like overly enclosed spaces.
"Why do I have to invite you again?"
Matthew glanced at her, "I didn't get full."
Although he couldn't bear to dampen Scarlett's enthusiasm and accompanied her to eat hotpot, his least favorite, Matthew simply couldn't pretend to be interested in food he didn't love. Moreover, the dining environment was less than ideal, leaving him completely lacking an appetite, so he merely had a few bites, which was equivalent to not eating.
