Chapter 390: Chapter 390: A Foul Sll About to Go Bad
He was much gentler, and much more considerate.
She felt a bit overwheld by the unexpected favor.
This wealthy young master, accustod to being served, was caring for her.
To be honest, she was really lacking ambition.
The other party simply poured her two glasses of water and helped her drink them, yet she felt overwheld with his favor.
It showed how harshly she was "mistreated" by him regularly.
So much so that this small kindness made her extrely grateful.
But such a thing would be ordinary and common for others, yet with Matthew Saxon, she couldn’t help but be surprised.
She had thought that soone like him wouldn’t know how to take care of others.
Soone accustod to being served and taking it for granted, could soone growing up in such an environnt know how to care for others?
When Matthew Saxon turned around with a cup in his hand, this was the scene he saw.
Scarlett Yates, with disheveled hair, was leaning on the bed, her body turned sideways to him. Her little face was pale and gaunt, like she hadn’t eaten for days and nights, looking listless, but her dark eyes were especially bright, like glass beads. Her bright eyes were staring at him, without blinking, with a hint of confusion, surprise, and bewildernt, her gaze complex, as if wanting to speak but holding back.
He walked over and bent down to smile at her, teasingly saying, "Scarlett Yates, I know I’m very charming and you’ve fallen for , but you don’t have to keep looking at
with such a srized gaze; there’s plenty of ti to look at
in the future."
Scarlett Yates glared at him guiltily, "Who’s fallen for you, Young Master? Can you stop being so narcissistic?"
"Oh? Then what are you looking at? Did soone write sothing on my face?" Matthew Saxon sat down, his narrow eyes bending slightly, his smile really resembling a fox.
She suddenly thought of the fox in her dream, it smiled just like Matthew Saxon does now.
"It’s rare to see the Young Master in a disheveled state, of course, I have to take a good look at you."
"Do you find it sexy, manly?" Matthew Saxon touched the stubble on his chin and teased with a curl of his lips.
"I don’t see the manliness, but there’s a sll on Young Master that seems about to go sour."
"Oh." Matthew Saxon curled his lips indifferently, looked at her with profound aning and said, "Well, I, a person with a sour sll, match you, a person with a moldy sll, quite well."
He has always had a cleanliness obsession.
He must take a shower twice a day, morning and evening.
This habit is unshakable, and has been for more than twenty years.
But in the recent days, Scarlett Yates has been in a coma, he didn’t pay much attention to such matters.
He didn’t really notice this point himself, it was only after Scarlett Yates ntioned it did he realize he hadn’t bathed for two days.
Which, in the past, was almost impossible.
He couldn’t bear even one day without a shower.
Realizing this, Matthew Saxon’s mood suddenly beca a bit complicated.
He never believed in love and vowed never to let himself be burdened by emotions.
Love, for him, was a terrifying and uninteresting thing; he has seen his group of Fox and Hound Allies beco ghostly for the so-called absurd love.
Once so successful and ambitious, touched by love, they seed to beco completely different people, showing that love is nothing good.
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