Chapter 913: Chapter 913: I’ll Pay Him Back for You
Scarlett was taken aback, delighted, "You really will consider it?"
"Yes, I will consider it with great care."
Scarlett hadn’t expected her words to actually have an effect.
If Maxwell Saxon was willing to consider her proposal, it ant there was no need for the deadly rivalry between him and Matthew Saxon.
She didn’t want to witness the bloody and stormy conflict.
If Maxwell could take a step back, then both he and Matthew could be preserved.
"Scarlett, I’ve agreed to consider your proposal. Can you promise
sothing as well?" Maxwell’s business nature imdiately ca to light, beginning to negotiate terms with her.
"What do you want
to promise?" At this mont, Scarlett’s hostility and wariness towards Maxwell had decreased sowhat, thinking that as long as his request wasn’t too outrageous, she would agree.
What Maxwell wanted her to promise actually wasn’t unreasonable at all.
In fact, it was sothing very easy to do and wouldn’t cost her anything.
Maxwell said, "There’s a n’s clothing store up ahead, co with
to have a look around."
Scarlett was taken aback and surprised, "Is that all?"
He nodded, "Yes, that’s all. Later, I want you to help
pick sothing out."
Such a small matter, Scarlett imdiately agreed.
The two walked slowly along the street.
The snow was falling heavily, and soon a thick layer of white covered the sides of the street, perfect for making a snowman.
The cold air felt especially fresh, yet piercing.
Scarlett sniffed, rubbed her hands together, then put on the gloves Henry had left her.
Initially excited about the snow, she hadn’t felt the cold at all,
Maxwell’s gaze kept inadvertently glancing at those gloves.
After looking so many tis, even Scarlett noticed and turned her head to look at him, "What are you looking at?"
Maxwell had held back for so long, finally unable to resist, "Are those gloves Henry’s?"
Scarlett looked down at the gloves Henry had left her and nodded.
Did she even need to say it? The style clearly scread n’s gloves.
Initially, her hands had felt like popsicles, but after wearing the gloves for a while, they ward up.
Maxwell frowned and looked at her clothes and shoes.
The clothes and shoes were brand new.
"The things you’re wearing, did Henry buy them?"
"Yes, I was penniless, Henry bought all these for ," Scarlett replied.
Maxwell’s frown deepened.
"How much did he spend? I’ll pay him back for you."
Scarlett looked at him with a strange expression, "Why should you pay him back for ?"
Were they that close? With no relationship, he’d talk about repaying the money for her.
In terms of familiarity, her relationship with Henry seed closer, right?
Maxwell’s frown was deep, and his eyes darkened, seeming a bit angry.
What was he angry about, angry at Scarlett treating him like an outsider.
She could accept Henry’s help, so why couldn’t she accept his?
"Didn’t you say you wanted to browse the clothing store? Are we going or not?" Scarlett took a few steps, looked back, seeing him still standing there, motionless, frowning at her.
"Maxwell, are you going or not? If not, I’m heading back. It’s so cold outside, I don’t want to freeze."
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