"It's nothing." Matthew Saxon smiled, his long, cool fingers lightly tapping her lips. His eyes curved warmly as he chuckled, "There's something on your lips, don't move, I'll get it off for you."
Something on her lips?
Scarlett Yates hurriedly reached up to wipe, wiping for a while but found nothing.
Matthew Saxon held her hand in place, slowly moving it away from her lips, while his own hand moved forward: "You can't see it, let me help you."
After speaking, he leaned forward a bit more.
Scarlett Yates had nowhere to retreat; her back was pressed against the cold car door.
Thump thump thump, she could suddenly hear her heartbeat racing, like a drumbeat, strong and trembling, the area in her chest pounding rhythmically.
She really thought she was quite embarrassing.
She and Matthew Saxon were already married, they were a couple, but every time he got close to her, she still blushed and her heart raced.
A glance, a gesture, a word from him could easily stir her heart.
