Chapter 581: Chapter 581: What Bad Idea Is He Up To Again?
Maxwell Saxon chose to have the al in the outdoor pavilion.
As they entered the pavilion, a pot of fine tea was brought in.
Maxwell Saxon picked up the Zisha teapot and poured a cup of tea in front of Scarlett Yates: "Pre-Qingming Longjing, give it a try."
Scarlett Yates sipped patiently, responding indifferently, "It’s quite good."
Maxwell Saxon lowered his head to pour more tea into the cup, and once it was full, he set the teapot aside. His slender, fair fingers grasped the exquisite cup and swirled it near his nose. With a slight smile, he asked, "What do you think of this place?"
Such familiar words, such familiar scenes.
Scarlett Yates couldn’t help but be montarily distracted.
She rembered a similar place where Matthew Saxon had taken her back in Z Country.
Back then, he had asked her the sa question.
Recalling many events of that night, a trace of lancholy flickered across Scarlett Yates’s eyes.
"How could the place chosen by Young Master be anything less than perfect?" Scarlett Yates curled her lips, letting out a mocking laugh.
"If you like it, you can co here often," Maxwell Saxon said warmly, watching her with a smile.
"Young Master is joking; soone like
can’t afford such a place. Not only can’t I co often, but even a single visit is beyond my reach."
"If you like it, I can talk to them. You can co here for free from now on." Under the softened light, Maxwell Saxon’s dark, cool eyes seed to be lit by a soft yellow lamp. The gentle glow diminished the coldness in his eyes, making him seem enveloped in a warm hue, inviting people to approach him.
Scarlett Yates felt the sa.
But the illusion only lasted a few seconds before she snapped back.
She wouldn’t forget the true nature hidden beneath his polished surface.
"Young Master is jesting again. We’re neither related nor close friends, so I can’t accept your kindness without reason."
There’s no such thing as a free lunch, nor will delectable pies suddenly fall from the sky.
A man like Maxwell Saxon always has calculations and objectives; he wouldn’t be kind without a motive.
Unless he’s up to sothing again, trying to use her for so purpose.
Maxwell Saxon curled his lips into a smile, his thin lips forming an elegant arc, saying with a light laugh, "Miss Yates, actually you don’t need to be so guarded and hostile towards . I admit I used so unscrupulous ans for Alexis before, and I hurt you, but this ti, I genuinely just want to make friends with you, nothing else."
If she truly believed that, she’d be a fool.
eting his pair of open and candid black eyes, Scarlett Yates replied without hesitation: "Sorry, Young Master, a commoner like
doesn’t dare associate with soone like a grand family Young Master. It seems you’ve chosen the wrong person to make friends with."
"Just because of that incident, you now see
as soone completely untrustworthy and feel you must keep
at a distance?" Maxwell Saxon sighed lightly, sounding sowhat disappointed, "Perhaps, I shouldn’t have told you the truth about the car accident."
In successfully making her leave Matthew Saxon, he personally pushed her far away.
This result wasn’t what he wanted.
Her hostility, her defenses, her coldness, everything made him feel helpless and disappointed.
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