Chapter 727: Chapter 727: She Must Have Forgotten
When you’re hungry, everything seems delicious. Scarlett Yates silently devoured several fried dumplings, appearing to be wolfing them down.
As she was about to eat a soup dumpling, Maxwell Saxon reminded her, "The filling is hot inside, eat slowly. If you like them, I’ll buy more."
Though he claid he was hungry too, after bringing back a table full of food, he didn’t eat much.
Scarlett suddenly paused, looked up, and realized Maxwell hadn’t touched his chopsticks at all and was watching her eat.
Realizing he had seen her wolfing down the food, she felt sowhat embarrassed, lightly coughed and said, "You should eat too. There’s so much food, I can’t finish it all by myself."
Maxwell curved his lips, smiled, "Alright."
He picked up a soup dumpling but didn’t eat it imdiately, "When I was back ho, there was a small shop downstairs selling soup dumplings. Though it was small, the dumplings were incredibly delicious, with a thin layer of skin and filled with rich broth and at stuffing. I still can’t forget that taste."
After speaking, he thoughtfully glanced at Scarlett, "Once, I took a friend there. It was her first ti having soup dumplings, not knowing the broth inside was so hot, she stuffed the whole dumpling into her mouth all at once and cried from getting burnt."
He knew she surely didn’t rember.
Yet he recalls this amusing incident vividly.
He also rembers that from then on, Scarlett didn’t dare to eat soup dumplings.
And because of this incident, she didn’t talk to him for a whole week, saying he was a scoundrel who tricked her into eating hot dumplings just to see her cry.
Whenever he sees Scarlett, he can’t help but rember the past.
Strangely enough, he was young at the ti and even though one can rember so childhood events, one shouldn’t rember it so clearly, yet he rembers every detail with her as if it’s engraved in his heart, never to be forgotten.
Recalling this, Maxwell began to smile; clearly, this mory was precious to him, and the smile on his lips reflected joy.
A smile as warm and gentle as the spring breeze danced across his eyes.
He ntioned the old ho.
Everyone knows Maxwell Saxon didn’t grow up living in the Saxon Family.
He was an illegitimate child, whose identity couldn’t be acknowledged.
It wasn’t until after Naomi Dougla passed away, and May Denton was fortunate enough to be elevated, that he was brought into the Saxon Family and formally acknowledged as the Young Master of the Saxon Family.
These events are known by most, yet no one dares ntion his past in front of him.
After all, being secretly raised outside as an illegitimate child wasn’t anything to be proud of, let alone any pleasant mories.
But Scarlett suddenly realized this man was talking to her about his past.
That past no one else dared ntion, yet he initiated a conversation about it with her.
"Oh? Is that shop still open now?" Scarlett tried to play a good listener, showing genuine interest.
Maxwell shook his head, a hint of regret in his deep voice, "It’s long gone."
Those shops that once existed but are now nowhere to be found are like her existence in his life; now she doesn’t rember him at all.
"That’s truly a pity, otherwise there’d be a chance to try it again."
Maxwell glanced at her, smiled, "Why don’t you ask where my hotown is?"
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