But what else can she do?
After knowing those things, how can she still face him?
If her heart wasn't hardened a bit, if her demeanor wasn't a little colder, she feared she might accidentally reveal her true emotions.
Every time she spoke to him, she had to endure, desperately endure the bitterness and jealousy inside her, desperately endure her still lingering affection for him.
She could only hide her inner feelings behind this cold mask.
"I'm going back." Scarlett Yates took a deep breath, moving her gaze to the courtyard entrance, "You can enjoy this meal slowly by yourself."
With that, she turned and walked briskly towards the door.
Fortunately, this restaurant is located in a bustling area, so once she steps out onto the street, it's easy to find a ride anywhere.
"Scarlett, what exactly happened?" Matthew Saxon didn't chase after her.
She didn't hear his footsteps behind her.
