This was the first time he genuinely cared for a woman, wanted to cherish her, and yet she treated him like a fool, never showing an ounce of genuine affection for him.
She actually said she still loved Henry.
She actually said she never liked him, and being with him was just to forget another man.
How could he, Matthew Saxon, fall in love with such a woman?
This was indeed Heaven punishing him.
The pain he inflicted on other women has now been repaid to him in this manner.
Raging flames of anger burned in his eyes, he wished he could strangle her.
There was an ashtray on the desk.
He picked it up and smashed it fiercely on the ground; the ashtray was made of crystal, with a loud crash against the wall, it shattered instantly, leaving a dent in the wall.
