Chapter 855: Chapter 855: What Do You Want
to Do for You?
He still ca.
Scarlett Yates had been waiting for him, and though she was feeling terribly uncomfortable, she managed to crack a smile.
She had her reasons for tornting herself like this.
She wanted to test how much Maxwell Saxon cared about her.
This man was incredibly good at hiding his feelings, so she had to use this thod to probe him.
The extent of his concern would determine if she had any leverage to negotiate with him.
At noon, for the first ti, she actively asked Sister-in-law Chapman to call him, even then, she was already testing him.
The result of the test ca quickly; compared to her, the company’s matters were clearly more important.
He did not drop everything imdiately to co see her.
But that was when she was perfectly healthy; if she suddenly fell ill, and quite seriously at that, would he prioritize the company or her then?
Scarlett Yates now knew the answer.
Because Maxwell Saxon showed up, and he arrived even faster than she had anticipated.
It turned out she still held so importance in his heart, so all her efforts weren’t in vain.
"I thought you wouldn’t co." Scarlett Yates lifted her head, her parched lips cracked a bit as she tried to smile at him, looking listless.
Her face was as pale as paper, her head powerlessly resting on her curled-up knees, perhaps her complexion was so white it made her eyes seem darker than usual.
She blinked a couple of tis, her pitch-black eyes staring steadily at him: "Did you co to persuade
to see a doctor?"
"Why are you doing this to your own body?" Maxwell Saxon’s repressed anger vanished upon seeing her, as he pursed his lips and sat down by the bed, his large hand reaching for her face, feeling her forehead.
The skin he touched was scorching hot.
Yet her body trembled, her lips quivering, and her intense eyes gazed at him innocently.
He was helpless and pained: "You’ve got such a high fever, why don’t you let the doctor give you an antipyretic injection? Do you know what the consequences of a prolonged high fever are?"
Scarlett Yates blinked: "I know."
"I know you don’t want to stay here all the ti, but I can’t let you leave just yet." He gathered her shivering body into his embrace.
Scarlett had no strength to push him away.
Her head was groggy, hurt badly, she couldn’t even see Maxwell Saxon’s face properly from such a close distance, and she had no strength left in her at all.
This high fever wasn’t sothing she faked.
Maxwell Saxon was very smart; if she didn’t genuinely make herself sick, she couldn’t fool him just by acting.
"If you’re really feeling cooped up, I can arrange for a few people to accompany you out for a walk, or you can vent your anger on
in whatever way you want, but don’t do this to your body."
Perhaps it was because of the high fever, but not only could she not see people clearly, even his voice didn’t sound the sa as usual.
Maxwell Saxon’s voice was so tender, it seed as if he was whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
"Scarlett, stop throwing a tantrum, I’ll go get a doctor to look at you."
"Maxwell Saxon." Scarlett Yates clutched at his sleeve, her breathing was heavy, the air she exhaled was scorching hot, taking a few deep breaths, she finally said in a hoarse voice, "I can see a doctor, but you must promise
one thing."
Maxwell Saxon was taken aback for a mont, but then quickly smiled and said, "What do you want
to do for you?"
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