Originally, nothing had happened, but with her question...
Scarlett Yates’s brain uncontrollably recalled last night’s events.
She forcibly kissed Maxwell Saxon and even reached inside his clothing for quite a bit of groping...
If Maxwell hadn’t stopped her, she couldn’t imagine how many more embarrassing things she would have done.
Scarlett Yates’s face felt warm, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"Oh my God, did you two really get into bed?" Angela misunderstood her blush as a sign that sothing substantial had happened between them, looking like she might faint at any mont, continuously clutching her forehead, "If Matthew Saxon finds out, that guy will go crazy."
"What are you imagining?" Scarlett Yates was defeated by Angela’s powerful fantasy capability, hastily explaining, "It’s not what you think, I got injured, he took to the hospital, stayed with all night, that’s all."
Moreover...
There was sothing she didn’t say.
Even if sothing did happen between her and Maxwell Saxon, Matthew Saxon wouldn’t care, right?
He would only despise her.
At that ti, he might even be glad to have separated from her.
See, she had just separated from him and went on to hook up with his brother; what kind of fickle woman like her would deserve his concern?
"You got injured?" Angela quickly shifted her attention upon hearing this, nervously pulling Scarlett Yates close for a look, "Where did you get injured? Let see."
Scarlett Yates was too embarrassed to admit she had been drugged.
She lightly coughed and brushed it off, "Caught a bit of cold and fever, got an IV, but I’m fine now."
Angela, being simple-minded, believed it when Scarlett Yates said it was a cold.
"You just said Maxwell Saxon stayed with you all night?" After confirming Scarlett Yates was alright, Angela quickly shifted her attention to other matters, snorting lightly, "I can’t believe that guy has got so moves for chasing won, Scarlett, I’m telling you, don’t be moved by such small things, these are the usual tricks n use to woo won, I’ve seen plenty."
"Yes, yes, yes, great beauty, I hear you, you’re satisfied, right?" Although Angela was originally arranged by Matthew Saxon, after spending so ti together, Scarlett Yates gradually developed a fondness for Angela, to the point where she treated her as a friend.
This woman, as lazy and beautiful as a cat, though a bit naggy, truly cared about her.
Thinking about Angela’s impending departure, Scarlett Yates suddenly felt reluctant.
Habits are a frightening thing.
Once you’ve gotten used to sothing, its sudden loss will make you feel empty inside.
As usual, Angela spent about twenty of the twenty-four hours a day sleeping.
After checking on Scarlett Yates, she went off to the kitchen to figure out lunch.
Cheerful little tunes were heard coming from the kitchen.
Listening to Angela’s singing, Scarlett’s heart felt uneasy.
After lunch, Angela slipped away into the bedroom to nap again.
Scarlett initially wanted to take an afternoon nap too, but after tossing and turning for two hours, she still wasn’t able to fall asleep.
She simply got up from bed and opened the wardrobe to select an outfit for the evening banquet.
According to Maxwell Saxon, the banquet would officially start at seven, and he’d pick her up from the neighborhood at six.
The clothes in the wardrobe were sparse, and after going through them several tis, Scarlett couldn’t pick out anything suitable.
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