Chapter 843: Chapter 843: Ask Him If He’s Willing to Give
Looking at her angry eyes, Maxwell Saxon gently reassured, as always, "It’s only temporary, the environnt here is nice too. Consider it a vacation. If nothing unexpected happens, everything will settle in at most a month, and then I can accompany you wherever you want to go."
"But for now, you must stay here."
Hearing him say that everything would settle in at most a month made Scarlett Yates’s heart ache as if being twisted by a knife.
She looked pale at Maxwell Saxon, her gaze icy cold: "You think that without Matthew Saxon, I would accept you? Stop dreaming. Seeing a man as cold-blooded and ruthless as you only terrifies . I will never accept you. If you can, just imprison
for life."
Maxwell Saxon’s always calm face showed a slight change.
His gaze dimd, the smile at the corner of his lips froze for a few seconds, then after a mont of silence, he raised his lips again and said, "I believe that man can change destiny. Even if it takes a lifeti, as long as it’s for soone worth it, I’m willing to wait."
How moving, how touching are these words.
Matched with such a handso and gentle face, how many won could resist such allure?
But Scarlett Yates only felt fear.
This man is willing to do whatever it takes for his goal, and she believes his words are not just empty talk.
He is exactly the kind of person who can spend a lifeti just to win over a woman.
Such stubbornness and extraordinary endurance, perseverance, can also be described as perverse.
The wind from the seaside blew in, lifting the edges of the white floral tablecloth on the dining table.
Turning around, she could see the ocean not far away through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.
White waves rolled across the water, seagulls skimd low, and the expansive beach was empty.
When getting out of the car, Scarlett had already noticed the surrounding environnt.
In this beach villa area, the distance between two villas is so far that essentially even if sothing like murder or arson happened here, it wouldn’t be noticed by the others.
The beach outside is divided and isolated into private areas, with protective barriers all around.
The wind at the seaside was a bit cold.
But what made Scarlett feel most chilling was the man who had just left.
Until she saw him walk away, disappear, and heard the sound of the car starting, Scarlett slowly loosened her tightly held arms.
She slowly stood up, walked to the window, and watched as Maxwell Saxon’s car drove out of the villa.
Turning a corner, it vanished.
Light footsteps approached from behind.
When Scarlett turned around, the person behind had already co to her.
It was a woman in her fifties, of ordinary appearance, kind-eyed and amiable, who respectfully said to Scarlett, "Miss Yates, I am Sister-in-law Chapman. During this period, I’ll be responsible for your als and accommodation. I wonder what flavors Miss Yates prefers so I can tell the chef, or if there’s anything you want to eat, just tell
and I’ll have the chef prepare it early."
"Anything I want to eat?"
Sister-in-law Chapman nodded, smiling warmly: "Yes, the Young Master said whatever Miss Yates wants to eat must be satisfied. Everything should be based on Miss Yates’s desires."
Scarlett let out a sound, raised her lips to smile, and said lightly, "Then go tell Maxwell Saxon, I want to eat his flesh, drink his blood. Ask him if he’s willing to give them."
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