"Why?"
"You don't really want to hold my hand, and now Grandpa isn't watching, so there's no need to act anymore."
Matthew Saxon was startled, then laughed and turned to look at her: "What if I said I really wanted to do this?"
Finished speaking, not only did he not let go, he tightened his grip, completely enclosing her little hand in his palm.
Scarlett Yates' hand, tightly held by him, stiffened: "Why?"
Sometimes he asked why, sometimes she did; to an outsider, they probably wouldn't understand what they were talking about.
This kind of conversation that can only be sensed but not explained, only the people involved can understand it.
"No reason, because I wanted to, so I did." Matthew Saxon's reason was simple, so simple it made no difference whether he said it or not.
Scarlett Yates asked again: "Why want to do this?"
Frankly, Matthew had confessed to her, but she still felt an emptiness, an unreality.
