To women, he was like a walking, breathing hormone.
When it came to pursuing women, he never needed to put in much effort.
As long as he showed even the slightest hint of interest in a woman he had his eye on, she would immediately throw herself at him.
But this time, it was different.
Even when he carefully held out his feelings to her as if cradling something fragile, humbly hoping she'd at least take a serious look, there was still no trace of him in her eyes.
Losing to Matthew Saxon wasn't exactly shameful.
This wasn't the first time he'd lost to him, either.
It was just that, deep down, he still couldn't swallow it.
It hadn't been easy for him to finally meet another woman he truly liked; asking him to let go was just too, too hard.
"Are you hungry?"
Scarlett Yates intentionally tried to steer the topic away.
If they kept entangling themselves in this issue, the atmosphere would only get worse.
