"..."
Scarlett Yates knew Matthew Saxon's face had hooked plenty of women's hearts, but she hadn't expected he worked on all ages— even a little girl like Rose Yates had been bewitched by that pretty shell of his.
If a beautiful woman is a fox spirit, then Matthew Saxon must be a male fox spirit.
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Time passed very quickly.
In the blink of an eye, another week had gone by.
And in a flash, Matthew Saxon had already been in A Country for half a month.
Scarlett Yates was idle at home; Angela accompanied her every day, and from time to time she could go meet up with Stella Nelson. Life was actually quite leisurely.
Everything seemed very calm.
Her life trajectory had returned to a normal state.
She even felt these ordinary days were a luxury; every morning, at the first instant when she opened her eyes, she would worry that it was all just a dream.
Because she'd dreamed of Maxwell Saxon.
