"Matthew, Matthew, I knew you couldn’t truly be so heartless towards ..." Alexis Denton sobbed as she threw herself into his arms, moved to tears. "Matthew, I don’t ask for eternity, just to have once been. As long as I can be with you, I can endure any grievance. Please don’t push away anymore."
"Alexis, since you’ve said that, how could I have the heart to push you away again?" Matthew Saxon’s affectionate voice was like an enchanting tune, making Alexis Denton instantly feel dizzy.
"Then we..." She blushed shyly, stood on tiptoe, raised her face, closed her eyes, and slowly leaned towards him.
"It’s not convenient at ho." Matthew Saxon subtly pushed her away from his embrace, that fleeting hint of color passing through his eyes again. His slender eyes curved slightly as he gently said, "Do you rember the hotel where we last had dinner?"
Alexis Denton instantly understood his aning, and she looked at him with a mix of coyness and shyness, "Of course I rember. Every mont with you is etched clearly in my mind."
Matthew Saxon curled his lips into a smile again, squinting his slender eyes at the bright sunlight outside the window. After a few seconds’ pause, he softly said, "I’ll be waiting for you there at ten tonight."
"Alexis, don’t let down."
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"Wait for to have breakfast together."
This was the ssage Scarlett Yates saw when she woke up.
Surprisingly, it was sent by that guy, Matthew Saxon.
Scarlett Yates was a bit surprised at the instant she saw the text.
Firstly, this was seemingly the first ti Matthew Saxon had proactively sent her a ssage, and secondly, the content of the ssage.
She starts work at eight in the morning. From the Saxon Family to the hospital, if there’s no traffic, it takes about half an hour driving. If he wants to have breakfast together, doesn’t that an he’d have to get up before seven?
During the ti at the Saxon Family, this guy never got up before the sun was well into the sky. It’s said that he’s lazy like this almost all the three hundred sixty-five days of the year. For him to get up before nine would be rarer than red rain.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes, thought for a mont, and replied, "In your dreams for breakfast?"
Just a few seconds after sending it, the notification sound for a text ssage rang.
Matthew Saxon replied, "See you in half an hour."
"Really? You’re actually coming over?"
"Last night’s dinner doesn’t count, breakfast is on you."
"..."
"Don’t worry, it won’t be too expensive."
When Matthew Saxon’s text ca through, Scarlett Yates couldn’t help but tremble a bit as she held her phone.
Without saying it, his "won’t be too expensive" left her heart trembling violently, quite startled.
In the world defined by Young Master, sothing considered "won’t be too expensive" is still incredibly costly for her, right?
Does he have to be so stubborn in squeezing her dry? Although he knows she’s dirt poor, he still ruthlessly squeezes her, utterly heartless!
Scarlett Yates stared at the last text ssage, looked at it several tis, and finally touched her flat wallet, as flat as her stomach right now. Without much regard, she replied, "Really, you better not co."
Once this ssage was sent, there was no reply for quite a while.
Scarlett Yates imdiately felt relieved.
It seed like her words had hurt his proud self-esteem. In line with his arrogant Young Master attitude, he wouldn’t co.
She slept early last night, waking up refreshed and full of energy, feeling vibrant all over.
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