The sunlight slanted onto his wickedly handsome face, in the pale golden halo, his demeanor was noble, like a deity.
"Young Master Saxon, Emmy is the most competent nurse in our department, I recommend her as your exclusive caregiver."
Beside the head nurse, Emmy slightly raised her head, revealing a carefully made-up face, with her most lethal signature smile at the corners of her lips, eyes charming, voice soft and sweet, "Young Master Saxon rest assured, I will definitely take good care of you."
The beauty flirts covertly, yet Matthew Saxon doesn't even spare her a glance, instead looking directly in the direction where Scarlett Yates was standing, involuntarily curling the corner of his lips.
Just one night without seeing her, how did this silly woman end up looking like she was ravaged thoroughly?
Scarlett Yates stood to one side with unkempt hair, not having washed her face due to rushing, busily rubbing her eyes, rubbing and rubbing, suddenly feeling something amiss.
