Scarlett Yates felt that Maxwell Saxon didn’t really like her.
Even if they had known each other since they were kids, it must have been when she was very young, and even if Matthew Saxon had liked her back then, after more than twenty years, those hazy feelings must have long faded away with ti.
Just like when she was in elentary school, she had a crush on the class monitor, and in middle school, she had a crush on the class athlete next door, but now she couldn’t even rember what those two looked like.
The feelings back then, could they have really been genuine?
Not to ntion when Maxwell Saxon t her, she was so young, and he wasn’t that old either—how deep could their feelings for each other have been?
If you think about it, Maxwell Saxon’s change in attitude towards her ca after he realized they knew each other from childhood.
Which ans, initially, Maxwell Saxon had no feelings for her. Suddenly, he found out she was the girl he had a crush on as a child and then liked her.
Could such feelings be genuine?
This feeling is like having sothing ordinary in front of you, sothing you see every day but never paid attention to, until one day soone tells you that this ordinary thing is actually a priceless treasure. From then on, this mundane thing becos special in your heart.
You can never ignore it like before.
She was that ordinary thing, and that forgotten mory was the treasure in Maxwell Saxon’s heart.
Matthew Saxon didn’t like Scarlett Yates as a person, but rather that piece of mory.
If he ever realized he had mistaken her for soone else, he could imdiately stop liking her.
A pale, handso face revealed a hint of hurt.
Maxwell Saxon clenched his fists, pulling out a stiff smile from the corner of his lips, his lips moved, and he spoke with a bitter voice, "Scarlett, I wasn’t following you. When I saw you in the hallway just now, I was just as surprised, thought I had mistaken soone for you. I’ve been here for three hours, just about to leave, and then suddenly I ran into you."
"Did you... co here with Matthew Saxon?"
Upon hearing that he hadn’t followed her, Scarlett Yates’s expression improved slightly, but she still kept a cold face, not giving him a friendly look; she nodded.
Maxwell Saxon imdiately frowned, "What did he bring you here for?"
Scarlett Yates also frowned, "Why, can you all co, but I can’t?"
"That’s not what I an, this place..." Maxwell Saxon seed to be searching for the right words, frowning silently for a few seconds before speaking slowly again, "The atmosphere here is not too good. For a decent girl like you, it’s best not to co to such places. If you accidentally encounter soone with bad intentions, you won’t be able to handle it."
"Soone with bad intentions, are you referring to soone like yourself? That does sound quite hard to handle. I thought I had made certain things very clear, but it seems, even if I speak clearly, it doesn’t matter when facing soone with thick skin." Scarlett Yates couldn’t even believe that these sharp words ca from her own mouth.
Sarcastic, acrid, and full of mockery.
She could imagine just how unlikable her deanor must be at this mont.
But isn’t the best way to make soone give up is to speak harshly?
Maxwell Saxon’s face turned ashen, looking at her in shock.
He wore an incredulous expression as if he also couldn’t believe those words ca out of her mouth.
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