Will the Aloof Billi Chapter 669: Memory and Reality Overlap

Chapter 669: Chapter 669: mory and Reality Overlap

It hurt so much!

If she didn’t think that crying over a sprained ankle at her age of over twenty would be embarrassing, she would have cried.

Every slight movent of her foot felt excruciating.

"Hang in there," Maxwell Saxon gently reassured her, "I’ll take you to the hospital right away."

What else could she do but endure?

Scarlett Yates forced back her tears, blinking her glistening eyes, and nodded, "Okay."

Seeing her look so aggrieved and pitiful, Maxwell Saxon was montarily lost in thought.

His cool, dark eyes squinted, and his gaze beca oddly reflective, as if he suddenly recalled sothing.

Indeed, Maxwell Saxon was reminded of so things.

So long-preserved mories that had yellowed with age.

Back then, she had also accidentally fallen, resulting in a fracture.

She cried with snot and tears in her eyes, looking at him with a frightened yet pitiable gaze, sobbing and asking, "Big brother, is my leg broken? Will I never be able to walk again?"

"No," he gently wiped her tears away, carried her on his back, and struggled to walk slowly toward the hospital with her chubby body weighing him down.

"But my bone is broken," she sobbed heavily; he felt the tears wetting his back shortly after she lay on it.

"A broken bone can be fixed."

"Really?" Her sobs paused montarily.

"Yes."

"You’re not lying to , are you?" she remained slightly dubious.

"No."

"Really not lying? Liars will turn into puppies."

He laughed, gasping under her chubby weight, "If I say it can be fixed, it can. Stop crying; your snot is dirty. Don’t sar it on my shirt; I just changed into it today."

She finally broke into a smile amidst her tears, "I’ll sar, I’ll sar, my snot isn’t dirty."

Could snot ever be not dirty?

Realizing the little one was indeed saring snot on his newly changed white shirt, his usual obsession with cleanliness didn’t anger him; he simply smiled wryly.

"What...are you looking at?" A voice filled with confusion and a hint of tension echoed in the narrow car cabin, pulling Maxwell Saxon back to reality from his distant mories.

He paused in bewildernt.

mories overlapped with reality, rendering a rare look of confusion on his handso face. He glanced down at Scarlett Yates, his Adam’s apple moved slightly, as if he had sothing to say to her, yet he shook his head.

If he told her he’d just recalled their childhood, rembered her as a child, she’d probably think he was playing so ga again.

She no longer rembered those things; if he kept bringing them up, it would only provoke her resentnt.

The gaze in Maxwell Saxon’s eyes dimd abruptly, like a wick snuffed out.

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Maxwell Saxon drove steadily and swiftly, soon arriving at the hospital closest to South Lake.

Scarlett Yates felt embarrassed to let Maxwell Saxon carry her again; she intended to have him help her walk inside, but as soon as she landed, sharp pain caused her to break out in cold sweat.

Maxwell Saxon, expressionless, lifted her up horizontally, "This way, we won’t waste ti."

Scarlett Yates stubbornly resisted for a while, but accepted her fate and let him carry her into the hospital.

Speaking of which, this wasn’t the first ti Maxwell Saxon had carried her.

The first ti he carried her was probably the night Matthew Saxon dropped her off in the suburbs.

However, she had fallen asleep in the car at that ti, so she wasn’t aware of it.