Chapter 1496: Sir... Would You Like More Chili?
A scorching kiss that almost melts her.
He’s gone mad...
She doesn’t mind kissing him, but if it’s a public display of affection out in the open, she definitely minds, very much so!
Her hand protests on his chest, pushing a few times, and during a gasp for air, she pants, "Matthew Saxon, get in the car, don’t stay outside..."
"Mmm..."
She sees him nod as if in agreement, but shamelessly kisses her again.
She initially resists.
But as she is gradually enveloped by his domineering and seductive aura, she begins to feel dizzy.
She thinks she is probably suffering from lack of oxygen.
Because when you’re deprived of oxygen, your breathing becomes labored, and if your breathing remains labored for a prolonged period, you start to feel dizzy, and your limbs might turn weak.
Her hands and feet have already started to become weak, and she can barely stand.
He stretches his long arm and draws her into his embrace.
Compared to Scarlett Yates’s immersion and intoxication, the one who should be equally captivated has eyes that are surprisingly bright.
𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
In such intimate situational confines, his attention is entirely elsewhere.
Matthew Saxon hugs the person in his arms tightly; while seeming entranced, his gaze is fixed on another place.
He knows the stalker is watching him and Scarlett Yates at this very moment.
Of course, he still doesn’t know where that person is hiding, but those eyes filled with hostility and chill have been constantly watching him ever since he realized he was being followed.
At this point, Matthew Saxon is about eighty percent sure that the stalker is Maxwell Saxon.
After some probing, those hidden eyes have finally shown a different emotion.
Anger.
As he kisses Scarlett Yates, there is unexpectedly a trace of anger in those perpetually cold eyes.
Moreover, the anger reflected in the gaze is becoming more and more intense.
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"Mr. Simmons, do you... do you want more chili peppers?"
"Stop with all the nonsense and bring them over quickly."
"But... but Young Master Simmons, too many chili peppers aren’t good for you, and you asked for the very spicy ones. I’m worried about your health..."
Unable to handle it...
Those last few words hadn’t been completely said when Knox Simmons heavily placed his water glass on the table and glared coldly at the server, his expression gloomy like a vile ghost crawling out from a grave, "If you keep babbling, I’ll have you out of here this instant."
Not many words, just one sentence, but its weight was substantial.
If someone else said this, it might be deliberately picking a fight, but when Young Master Simmons speaks, it’s genuinely possible to have him dismissed immediately.
The restaurant offers a good deal, and the server doesn’t wish to be fired.
"Mr... Mr. Simmons, I’ll bring them to you right away." The server is very attuned to the situation and silently curses himself for meddling.
He wants chili, just bring it to him. After all, it’s the customer’s own request, not forced by anyone.
If he has trouble eating it, that’s his concern, it’s his body that’s affected.
Soon, the server returned with a plate of chili sauce.
This was chili sauce meant as a condiment, the spiciest kind, with only a little needed to add flavor to a dish, yet Knox Simmons had asked for a full plate.
The server placed the chili sauce down.