Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?

Chapter 1081: He Will Never Trust Her Again

Every word he said pointed directly at her betrayal, clearly telling her what an unforgivable mistake she had made.Scarlett Yates let out a bitter smile, her eyes growing moist again.

This is what you call suffering the consequences, this is the result of her deceiving him.

Yet, at this moment, even attempting to explain seemed unnecessary.

He would no longer believe her.

The trust they had painstakingly built was gone, and in his mind, she was nothing but a thorough liar; from now on, everything she said could be taken as a lie.

Matthew Saxon’s questioning was not meant for her to respond; he was merely venting his anger on her.

Thus, without waiting for Scarlett Yates to answer, he turned his head away again.

He had been dragging her to the bathtub, only stopping once they arrived.

He bent down and turned on the hot water, and warm water soon filled the bottom of the bathtub.

After doing all this, he turned around again, his eyes cold and narrowed, and began to remove her clothes.

Scarlett Yates’s face changed, instinctively covering her chest with her hands, clutching the buttons tightly, her pale face showing a hint of panic as she trembled and asked, "You, what are you doing."

Matthew Saxon just gave her a cold glance, reaching out and effortlessly opening her hand.

It was only then that Scarlett Yates fully realized the power disparity between men and women.

She exerted all her strength, but Matthew Saxon, using less than a third of his strength, easily pried her hands open without any effort.

Silently, he removed her coat, continuing to remove the sweater beneath.

His fingers were dexterous beyond belief; in the blink of an eye, both the coat and sweater were removed.

The expensive clothing was discarded like trash onto the floor.

Scarlett Yates was left with only tight-fitting thermal wear and underwear, the thermal wear clinging perfectly to her body, outlining her curves in the most graceful manner.

The neckline of the underwear was cut very low, so Matthew Saxon only had to look down slightly to see the red marks on her chest.

On skin as fair as snow, the red marks stood out strikingly.

With just one glance, the flames of anger in his heart burned fiercely again.

"Matthew Saxon, what exactly do you want to do." Scarlett Yates’s body was trembling; she wanted to reach out to cover her chest, but both hands were restrained by Matthew Saxon.

A strong sense of shame welled up inside her, she closed her eyes, tears silently streaming down again.

Matthew Saxon took a deep breath, just thinking about Maxwell Saxon touching her stirred the bloodthirsty instinct within him.

After a moment’s pause, his hand reached out towards her again.

"Matthew Saxon, don’t do this, I’m begging you." Letting the tears silently fall for a while, Scarlett Yates’s eyelids fluttered twice before slowly opening her eyes.

With a hint of pleading in her tearful eyes, she asked him in a humble tone, "I’m begging you, let me go, okay?"

If he wanted her, she wouldn’t refuse.

She liked him and had intentions of giving herself to him.

But now was not the right time; if he took her now, she would only feel humiliated.

If he wanted her in anger and disappointment, it clearly wasn’t out of affection; he merely wanted to vent his anger in this manner.