Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?

Chapter 1117: I Just Like Little Wild Cats Like You

He guessed what she wanted to say again.Scarlett Yates felt a bit scared of the man in front of her.

He seemed to understand her thoughts as if he was inside her mind; whatever she thought, he could guess.

She seriously doubted that in front of him, could she still have any secrets?

With his eyes like X-ray machines looking at her, wouldn’t he see everything about her?

Scarlett Yates nodded again, saying, "Yes, exactly that."

Matthew Saxon curled his lips into a smile and said, "There are too many women who are gentle, virtuous, and always obedient. I like someone like you; as for those so-called traditional good wives, aren’t they just the type who wash clothes, cook, raise children, and silently take time to care for the elderly? You married me, and you won’t need to do these things in the future. Someone will help you wash the clothes, someone will help you cook, and even raising kids will have help. As for caring for the elderly, Dad is still very young, he doesn’t need us to take care of him. With all the doctors and servants at home, he has never lacked care."

"So, these issues are not problems; what else are you worried about?"

Scarlett Yates felt a sweetness in her heart, blinked, and looked at him: "What kind of type am I then?"

Matthew Saxon glanced at her face with his Peach Blossom Eyes, holding a faint smile, saying, "Looks obedient, but is a little wild cat with sharp claws."

Scarlett Yates wasn’t satisfied: "Are you saying I’m fierce?"

Matthew Saxon squeezed her nose softly, with tenderness in his eyes: "I just like little wild cats like you."

Her heart seemed to be electrified, and Scarlett Yates felt a bit dizzy again.

After applying the medicine and eating, Scarlett Yates was much more spirited.

The ointment’s pain relief was excellent, applying it made her hand hurt less, and the swelling went down nicely, though her palm was still Reddy, but much better than two hours ago.

Matthew Saxon thought the medicine was effective, and applied a thick layer to Scarlett Yates again after two hours.

He placed her soft little hand in his palm, applying the ointment bit by bit, as he asked her, "Usually, you’re not this obedient. When Granddad tried to hit you, why didn’t you run? If worse comes to worst, if he caught you and hit you twice, just bow your head and admit fault. Accept some losses up front, and stubbornly against him, you’re the only one who suffers."

"If you encounter something similar in the future, put everything else aside, protecting yourself is the most important. I can’t be with you all the time, you have to learn to protect yourself well, understand?" After finishing applying the ointment, Matthew Saxon examined her hand thoroughly, ensuring no spot was missed before releasing it.

Scarlett Yates knew he was right.

Sometimes, bowing a bit isn’t so bad.

Dignity is certainly important, but it depends on the situation.

Her and Ian Douglas’ little conflict wasn’t a deep-seated hatred, just bowing her head and admitting fault could avoid a beating.

Actually, what Ian Douglas wanted was just for her to admit fault, if she had admitted her mistake earlier, she wouldn’t have had to suffer physical pain.

Scarlett Yates, now tranquil, saw things much clearer, but at that time, she was furious, wanting to roll up her sleeves and have a proper fight with Ian Douglas. When her stubbornness rose, her mind burned with rage, how could she admit fault?

She bit her lip, gently nodded, but still felt a bit unwilling inside, replied with disgruntlement, "I did plan to run at that time, but your Granddad had blocked my way, he set traps everywhere, where could I run?"