Her mind was full of questions, but in such a setting, she couldn't ask anything.
She just stared at him in disbelief, feeling like she was dreaming, with a sense of unreality. She blinked several times, but he still didn't disappear.
This state of utter shock, where her mind went blank, lasted until Maxwell Saxon's possessive arm circled her waist even tighter, and she finally snapped back to reality.
Instinctively, she wanted to put some distance between herself and Maxwell Saxon.
But the other party seemed to have anticipated her move; the arm around her waist was as tight as a snake coiling tighter, leaving her no chance to break free.
Scarlett Yates was getting anxious.
She saw the disdain and loathing in Matthew Saxon's sarcastic smile.
A woman who went to the hospital in the daytime to care for him, to show him how much she cared, in the blink of an eye, was held in another man's arms.
And this man was his older brother.
