The sunlight slanted onto his wickedly handso face, in the pale golden halo, his deanor was noble, like a deity.
"Young Master Saxon, Emmy is the most competent nurse in our departnt, I recomnd her as your exclusive caregiver."
Beside the head nurse, Emmy slightly raised her head, revealing a carefully made-up face, with her most lethal signature smile at the corners of her lips, eyes charming, voice soft and sweet, "Young Master Saxon rest assured, I will definitely take good care of you."
The beauty flirts covertly, yet Matthew Saxon doesn’t even spare her a glance, instead looking directly in the direction where Scarlett Yates was standing, involuntarily curling the corner of his lips.
Just one night without seeing her, how did this silly woman end up looking like she was ravaged thoroughly?
Scarlett Yates stood to one side with unkempt hair, not having washed her face due to rushing, busily rubbing her eyes, rubbing and rubbing, suddenly feeling sothing amiss.
Sure enough, as soon as she lifted her head, she collided with a pair of seemingly smiling eyes.
Three parts ridicule, seven parts amusent, the sparkling, dazzling eyes seed soul-stealing.
She was stunned, not yet reacting, when George pulled her in front of Matthew Saxon.
"Young Master, Miss Yates is here." George rudely pulled her in front of Emmy, pushing Emmy, who kept casting flirtatious glances, behind her.
The head nurse, unwilling to be outdone, pulled Emmy out from behind Scarlett Yates again, pushing her forward enthusiastically promoting, "Young Master Saxon, I personally nurtured Emmy, having her by your side is reassuring."
Pausing slightly, she glanced at Scarlett Yates, smiling, "Scarlett has just joined the hospital for a few days, possessing only theoretical knowledge, I’m afraid..."
"Scarlett Yates, you didn’t wash your face?" The Saxon Family’s second young master suddenly spoke, with an unrelated question.
"Huh?"
Matthew Saxon’s words left everyone stunned.
Is the topic jumping too fast? They were just discussing arrangents, how did it suddenly jump to whether she washed her face?
Matthew Saxon frowned, looking at her, scrutinizing for a mont, disdainfully said, "Go clean yourself up, I don’t want to take a ssy-haired woman back."
He probably had just woken up, and in his deep, llow voice was a slightly hoarse laziness.
But what he said was clear enough, clear enough for everyone in the room to hear.
Upon hearing this, both the head nurse and Emmy’s expressions changed imdiately, especially Emmy, her eyes widened in shock, her eyeballs almost fell to the ground.
What? Isn’t it said that the Saxon Family’s second young master especially likes won of her type?
In terms of appearance, figure, and work capabilities, she’s far superior to the newly arrived intern, yet he not only ignored her but picked an inexperienced blondie!
"Young Master Saxon, you’re taking Scarlett Yates?" The head nurse was surprised but didn’t dare to refute, simply saying tactfully, "Scarlett is indeed excellent, but after all, she doesn’t have much work experience, how about letting Emmy go along too."
"No need." Matthew Saxon slightly raised the corners of his lips, looking at Scarlett Yates, aningfully said, "I have confidence in her."
This smile... looks up to no good.
Scarlett Yates was stared at by him until her scalp started to tingle.
She has confidence in herself, but in him, truly none at all.
This esteed and leisurely young master, who knows what trouble he plans for her.
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