The Young Master of his household has never been incapable of love; he just hasn't met a woman who moves him yet.
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Amidst the swirling snowstorm, when the road conditions weren't too bad, they arrived at their destination right on time after three hours.
As soon as the car stopped, Scarlett Yates woke up by herself, very timely.
She rubbed her eyes and sat up, seeing that George had already opened the car door and got out first.
She blinked, drowsily looking at Matthew Saxon, her voice still hoarse from just waking up: "Have we arrived?"
"Yes." Matthew glanced outside, got out of the car, opened an umbrella, and extended a hand to Scarlett: "Come down slowly, the road is slippery, be careful."
The path to the temple was paved with stones, covered in moss, and slick from the rain, making the entire path particularly slippery.
George, holding a powerful flashlight, walked ahead, followed by Scarlett and Matthew.
