Her constitution is naturally not suited to the cold, once winter hits, no matter how many layers she wears, she still feels chilly, unless she stays in a heated room twenty-four hours a day.
Matthew Saxon glanced her up and down, raised an eyebrow, with a mischievous smile in his eyes: "Oh? You're wearing four layers? Let me check personally to see if you're lying."
As he finished speaking, he reached a hand toward her.
Scarlett Yates let out a "wow" before his hand touched her, quickly retreating into the corner, her eyes bright like glass beads, dark and shiny, glaring at him: "Matthew Saxon, what are you doing?"
There are still people in the car!
She lowered her voice and cast a glance toward George: "You should pay more attention to your image in front of your subordinates."
Although George appeared to be entirely focused on driving, seemingly oblivious to whatever they were doing, could one really just ignore such a noticeable presence?
