vstars Chapter 1165: Who Is That Man?
Chapter 1165: Who Is That Man?
Scarlett Yates’s heart fluttered several times, and her heartbeat was a little chaotic, feeling as if she had been electrified.She only just realized that when a man acts charming, it’s lethal. At this moment, she felt that no matter what condition Matthew Saxon proposed, she might agree to him without hesitation.
She was so dazzled she nodded dumbly: "I will."
Matthew Saxon was silent for a few seconds, then placed his large hand on her shoulder and turned her around. His narrow phoenix eyes half-squinted, showing a hint of inquiry and a touch of hostility: "You’ve shaved for another man before?"
This tone carried a bit of displeasure, obviously jealous.
Scarlett Yates laughed: "Of course, otherwise why would I."
The phoenix eyes squinted, his face darkened, and he snorted coldly. His tone was already quite displeased: "Who? Who’s that man? Don’t tell me it’s your Senior Brother Dales."
When he mentioned Senior Brother Dales, the jealousy in his tone was already very obvious.
It seems that whether a man or a woman, when they are being jealous, there’s no reason to speak of.
Matthew Saxon’s jealousy was strong enough to brew an old jar of vinegar.
When he was jealous, he was just like a pouting child.
Scarlett Yates couldn’t help but laugh, touching his chin twice, looking at him amusedly: "It’s my dad. When he was home, I used to shave for him. My dad even praised my skills as being particularly good."
Oh, so it wasn’t a romantic rival.
Matthew Saxon’s expression relaxed considerably, the hostility in his eyes vanished instantly.
The speed at which his expression changed was simply astonishing.
His narrow phoenix eyes squinted again, and when he opened them, they were filled with laughter. He curled his lips and said: "Ah, so it was Father Yates. I misunderstood."
Mentioning Father Yates brought a moment of gloom to Scarlett Yates’s face: "Ever since Dad left, I haven’t done this kind of thing anymore."
Matthew Saxon held her hand, leading her towards the bathroom. He opened the door, grabbed the razor from the sink, lightly handing it to her with a smile: "Today, I’ll let you practice, get familiar with it again."
He was using this way to distract her, not letting her immerse herself completely in past sadness.
"Do you really want me to shave for you?" Scarlett Yates lowered her head slightly, looking at the razor placed in her palm, then looked back at Matthew Saxon.
Matthew Saxon raised his chin slightly, curling his lips: "Yes, can’t let your good skills go to waste."
"But..." She hesitated, furrowing her brows, unsurely said, "I really haven’t shaved for anyone in years, aren’t you afraid I’ll mess it up?"
This razor is very sharp; if not handled well, it can cut his skin.
Matthew Saxon raised his chin again, showing complete trust in her: "It’s okay if you mess up, practice makes perfect after trying a few times."
Scarlett Yates hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded: "Alright, but let’s say this upfront, if it doesn’t go well, you can’t blame me."
Having not done it for years, it was bound to be a bit rusty when starting again.
Scarlett Yates sifted through fragments of memories, starting a bit clumsily, afraid of hurting his skin, so her movements were slow.
After a while, she gradually became adept.
Once finished, she rewarded herself with an eighty percent score.
The aftershave scent was fresh, exuding a natural ocean fragrance.