She slowly stood up, closed her eyes, and cast aside all her pride and dignity. Taking a standard bow, she cursed inwardly but spoke in a gentle and agreeable voice, "Young Master Saxon, I was young and reckless and made a mistake in a moment of impulse. Please, magnanimous as you are, forgive me this once. From now on, I will remember this lesson and never make the same mistake again."
A soft laugh escaped. Matthew Saxon curved his lips, slightly raising the corners of his long eyes. For the first time since she entered the ward, he looked at her directly, "Scarlett Yates, you can't be naive enough to think that just by apologizing, the grudge between us can be forgiven and forgotten."
Scarlett was so angry she almost lost her temper, but she had come prepared to endure his torment. At this moment, her mindset gradually calmed down.
His words, instead, gave her a sense of hope.
