As she walked, she couldn’t help but turn her head to look at him.
He was always like that, able to attract the attention of won wherever he went. So many won were enamored with him, yet she never saw his heart linger with any one of them.
He lived with a devil-may-care attitude, indulging himself recklessly. He seed born to be unsettled; even when he confessed to her, she dared not truly believe him.
That confession still felt like a dream to her.
She watched Matthew Saxon’s figure completely disappear into the darkness before she closed the window.
She had broken up with him.
They broke up just one week after they started dating.
The relationship ca quickly and ended just as fast; it really felt like a dream.
She slowly walked to the bed, her body collapsed onto it, and then, she didn’t want to move anymore.
Her hand slowly reached for the spot that had hurt for so long, gently pressing it twice before smiling and talking to herself, "Scarlett Yates, it’s okay, it’s better to rip the bandage off quickly than to suffer through prolonged pain. Everything will pass, it’ll pass soon."
There is nothing that ti cannot heal.
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Seymour—
"Director, Miss Green is here."
Maxwell Saxon raised his head slightly from a pile of papers when he saw Alice Green push open the door and co in. He casually pointed to the sofa beside him and said, "Sit down for a while, I’ll deal with these things in hand first."
Although Miss Green had an unpleasant expression on her face, she didn’t complain. She walked over in high heels and said to the secretary outside the door, "Add a few more scoops of milk to the coffee and more sugar."
"Yes, Miss Green." The secretary turned to make coffee for her, and a few minutes later, she walked into the office with a coffee full of milkiness.
"Miss Green, your coffee." The secretary gently placed the coffee cup on the table, left the office, and closed the door.
Alice Green gently stirred the coffee in the cup with a spoon while picking up the latest morning paper on the table to take a look. When her eyes caught a line of bold black type, she smiled like she saw sothing amusing, a beautiful curve forming on her lips: "I didn’t expect my fiancé to be a man who knows how to heroically save a damsel in distress. It really is surprising; I actually thought you valued your life above all else."
Maxwell Saxon put down the contract in his hand.
"Did you specifically co to see just for this?" he raised an eyebrow, his gaze indifferent.
Alice Green smiled, looked up at his injured hand, and said with a beaming smile, "Actually, I’m quite curious. Even if Scarlett Yates’s plans are beneficial to you, it shouldn’t warrant you protecting her at the cost of your own injury. As far as I know, Young Master Saxon has never treated any other pawn so well."
Maxwell Saxon looked at her expressionlessly, "After beating around the bush for so long, what are you trying to say?"
"Nothing really, I just found it surprising." Alice Green set the newspaper down, took a sip of her coffee, and then said with a smile, "It’s rumored outside that my dear fiancé has developed feelings for your brother’s woman. I wonder how Young Master Saxon feels about it?"
Maxwell Saxon sneered, "Nonsense."
"Even though such rumors are quite absurd, you know how influential rumors can be. If they circulate long enough, even falsehoods can beco accepted as truth."
"Are you concerned?" Maxwell Saxon rubbed his tired brow with his hand, like he had just heard a particularly boring topic, asking with little interest.
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