A poor woman still living on scholarships and a wealthy heir born with a golden spoon—what connection could they possibly have?
Yet, the impossible did happen.
Scarlett Yates hadn't even reacted before a strong and slender arm wrapped around her shoulder. With a gentle pull, she found herself in a warm embrace.
The warm embrace carried the unfamiliar scent of a man.
Matthew Saxon's mesmerizing eyes lazily swept over, finally landing in the surprised gaze of Rosie Wood. He raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "When did my woman fall to others to ridicule?"
Though his tone was casual, those who heard it felt a chill run down their spines.
Rosie's expression turned extremely ugly in an instant, "Young Master Saxon isn't joking, right?"
How could it be! Scarlett is Matthew Saxon's woman?
A man like Matthew, with such a noble identity, how could he know someone like Scarlett?
Their social statuses are worlds apart; they shouldn't intersect even by accident.
