That night, when he helped her take a bath, Matthew Saxon definitely took a good look.
Unlike most slender women, Scarlett Yates is definitely not flat-chested.
Not only is she not flat-chested, but she's also quite well-endowed. Though not the kind of figure that would make men get nosebleeds at first sight, she scores high on perfect proportions.
While Matthew was thinking about the night he helped her bathe, Scarlett also dwelled on it.
Her face warmed up, her fair complexion flushed red, and when she got shy, she fell silent.
Matthew loved her shy demeanor, pulled her back into his embrace and wrapped her in his coat, pinched her pink cheeks, bent down, leaned close to her, and softly said: "Our Scarlett has ample curves, a tiny waist, and a perky bottom, no less than those voluptuous women."
"Matthew Saxon, you mustn't say that anymore."
"I've seen it all; what's the harm in saying a few things? Are you shy?"
