Will the Aloof Billi Chapter 680 How Could She Forget

Chapter 680: Chapter 680 How Could She Forget

Angela looked a bit troubled, knitted her brows, and bit her finger. Finally, she sighed helplessly, and said reluctantly, "Well... alright, I hope that guy doesn’t co over, otherwise if he knows you’re here and I didn’t tell him, he’ll kill ."

Scarlett Yates forced a smile, "Thank you."

After speaking, she looked at Maxwell Saxon and said, "Young Master, thank you for everything you did for

today. Now that I’m safely ho, I won’t keep you any longer so as not to waste your precious ti."

This was burning bridges after crossing them.

He had saved her, taken her to the hospital, and brought her back, yet she didn’t even offer him a drink and just sent him away.

However, Maxwell Saxon had no intention of leaving.

Without waiting for an invitation, he found a place to sit down and then turned to Angela, with a natural expression, "I’m thirsty, Miss Andrews. Could you please make

a glass of lemonade? Oh, and don’t add sugar."

Seriously? He actually treated her like a servant.

Angela’s lips pouted in displeasure.

After all, she was a great beauty who could make any man stare, yet these two brothers had no ounce of tender feelings. Every ti they saw her, they acted as if she were a Filipina maid.

As expected, they were all Saxons. Birds of a feather flock together; the second brother was unkind, and the elder was no different.

"I..." Angela was unwilling to let these two brothers have their way with her. The word "no" protesting in her mouth hadn’t been spoken when Maxwell Saxon’s eyes turned cold, and his thin lips curled slightly, "Miss Andrews, if there’s no lemonade, tea will do."

He seed to be smiling, looking easygoing, but Angela, having dealt with these two brothers many tis, detected a trace of threat.

His eyes told her, if she tried to refuse again, he would be angry.

The little bit of courage Angela had just mustered imdiately vanished without a trace, and she instantly cowered, wearing a bullied expression, and stomped towards the kitchen in a huff.

"What do you an by this?" After Angela left, Scarlett Yates frowned and glared at Maxwell Saxon.

Maxwell Saxon crossed his long legs gracefully, looked at her calmly, "Even if you’re eager for

to leave imdiately, you could at least give

so ti to have a drink of water, right?"

"Are you really thirsty?" She exposed his pretense.

Maxwell Saxon’s expression did not change, and he actually nodded seriously, "Yes, I’m thirsty."

Scarlett Yates: "There’s no point in what you’re doing."

"Just thirsty and want sothing to drink, there’s no talk of whether it’s aningful or not."

She pressed her lips tight, a bit annoyed, turned her head to the side, seemingly looking at the newly blood rose on the balcony.

The pink rose had just blood, tender in the night like a beautiful maiden.

Maxwell Saxon looked at Scarlett Yates’ fair and gentle profile, his eyes flickered, and then the light faded.

The clingy little girl had forgotten him.

But how could she just forget?

She had said she would always be his guardian angel, always protect him.

He rembered everything she said, every word, as if they were promises.

Yet she had forgotten everything, even soone like him, and what she said... how could she rember?

It was just childhood prattle.