Chapter 909: Chapter 909: I’m Really Worried About You
Seeing her look of impatience and extrely cold deanor, Maxwell Saxon pressed his lips tightly, his eyes darkened, and his hand unconsciously gripped the edge of the table: "It’s just the duration of a al, Scarlett, accompany
for dinner, and I’ll tell you what you want to know."
Just as he finished speaking, the waiter brought all the dishes he ordered.
Scarlett Yates saw his spiritless look, dark circles under his eyes, and exhaustion between his brows. Rembering that he said it took him two days and nights to reach Fort City, she hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded patiently: "Okay, I’ll wait for you."
It wouldn’t take much ti to finish a al.
She might as well wait for him to finish eating.
In fact, even if she didn’t want to accompany him, she had no choice.
This man, on the surface, seed gentlemanly and appeared to respect her wishes, but when the people he brought blocked her, he didn’t try to stop them, did he?
He acted like he respected her, yet had soone block her way. His words said one thing, but his actions said another, truly shaless.
Even though Maxwell Saxon claid he was thirsty and hungry, he still ate with elegance, taking small and slow bites, not at all like soone truly famished.
Unlike her, who, when hungry, would devour everything, with no thought about table manners.
Initially, Scarlett Yates thought he was deceiving her, but when Maxwell Saxon finished all the dishes he ordered, she believed he really was hungry.
Although he ate very slowly, he cleaned his plate completely.
After finishing, he slowly wiped his mouth with a napkin twice, then looked up and comnted, "The steak at this little restaurant is quite good, but the coffee is a bit unpalatable."
"How long has it been since you last ate?" Scarlett Yates asked in surprise, looking at the several empty plates on the table.
Maxwell Saxon thought seriously for a mont, then said, "I only had one al yesterday and the day before."
From the mont he boarded the plane, he hadn’t eaten much.
With worries on his mind and soone he was concerned about, he had no appetite.
Moreover, he didn’t like the food on planes, so he waited until he was extrely hungry to eat a al.
"Why?" Scarlett Yates asked bluntly, "Even if you were on the plane the whole ti, they have food."
Besides, he must have been in first class, the food wouldn’t be that bad.
And Scarlett Yates had always had a question: How could it take two days and nights to get from Z City to Fort City?
Maxwell Saxon put down the napkin, his dark eyes quietly watching her for a long ti before moving his lips and saying in a hoarse voice, "I was very worried about you."
Before personally confirming that she was the woman Henry Dales had bought, his heart remained anxious.
He was very worried about her.
What kind of place was Drunken Dreams? How many won could walk out of there unhard?
If the woman Henry Dales bought wasn’t her, if she had fallen into soone else’s hands, if...
There were too many terrible assumptions; just thinking about each of them made it hard for him to sit still.
That one al a day was only to preserve his strength, forcing himself to eat it.
These past two days, not only couldn’t he eat, but he also couldn’t sleep well.
Even when he was overwheld with exhaustion and drifted off, he would quickly wake up from nightmares.
He dread of her in a pitiful state, shackled by chains on her hands and feet, her body covered with bloody whip marks, and huddled in a small dark room, sobbing.
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