Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?

Chapter 1163: Don’t Cry, I’m Right Here

She was crying so sadly, her body shaking uncontrollably, as if overwhelmed by sorrow.He immediately turned on the bedside lamp and called out to wake her up.

He didn’t know what she had dreamt of, but he was sure that her dream was about him.

In her sobbing, she called his name over and over again.

He held her in his arms, comforting her trembling body, calling her name softly, while gently stroking her to soothe her.

Very soon, she woke up.

When she opened her eyes, there were still tears swirling in them, her eyes red, like a crying rabbit.

Like a frightened child, she buried her face in his embrace and cried loudly.

Matthew Saxon could only comfort her over and over, speaking softly and gently: "Scarlett, darling, don’t cry, I’m right here, aren’t I?"

"But... but I just dreamt you died." She sobbed in his arms, "You jumped off a cliff and said, ’See you in the next life.’"

It turned out she cried like this because she thought he was dead.

Matthew Saxon’s heart instantly softened, feeling it enveloped in a fine warmth and deep emotion.

Was she so worried about his safety that she couldn’t even sleep soundly?

His lips landed on her forehead again, gently and tenderly imprinting a kiss.

The gentle kiss descended from her forehead, slowly trailing down to the corner of her eye.

He kissed away the tears at the corner of her eye, using his kisses to slowly comfort her unsettled and fearful heart. His voice was low and husky, imbued with a calming magic, as he softly said: "It’s just a nightmare, dreams aren’t real. Some say that a dream of death means life; perhaps this dream shows that I won’t encounter any danger on my trip to A Country this time?"

A dream of death means life.

Scarlett Yates had heard of such a saying.

The previous time, she had also had a nightmare, at that time worrying about Matthew Saxon’s safety, so much that she dreamt night after night, dreaming he was killed by Maxwell Saxon.

In the end, that ominous dream didn’t become reality.

In reality, Matthew Saxon was unharmed and safely escaped that disaster.

So perhaps what Matthew said was true, and this dream was actually a good omen.

Thinking this, Scarlett Yates slowly stopped crying.

She blinked, her voice hoarse from crying for so long: "Yes, that’s right, a dream of death means life, it must be that."

Matthew Saxon patted her head and kissed the corner of her lips, "Yes, so don’t cry anymore, otherwise your eyes will be swollen like light bulbs tomorrow, and you won’t look nice then."

Imagining her eyes swollen like light bulbs, Scarlett Yates couldn’t help but break into a smile. His few words immediately lifted her spirits: "Did I wake you up? I must have cried very loudly."

Seeing her less emotional and no longer crying, Matthew Saxon slowly sat up from the bed: "You didn’t cry loudly, it’s just that I’ve always had a problem with insomnia, so I don’t sleep deeply. Waking up once or twice at night is quite normal."

As he chatted with her, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Scarlett Yates thought he was going to the bathroom, so she lay in bed waiting for him to return.

After getting out of bed, Matthew Saxon indeed headed straight for the bathroom. After a while, the bathroom door opened, and Scarlett Yates saw him coming out with a towel.