The person who said Matthew Saxon was dead is him, but now he’s changed his tune, saying Matthew Saxon is still alive.
She doesn’t dare to easily believe him again.
She’s afraid the greater the hope, the greater the disappointnt.
Maxwell Saxon’s smile was faint: "I promised to arrange a eting between you and him. If he were dead, where would I find soone exactly like him?"
"Then why did you lie to , saying he was already dead?" Scarlett Yates still couldn’t fully believe him. She blinked and bit her lip, looking at him with suspicion.
Of course, she hoped Matthew Saxon was still alive.
But she was truly afraid this was just another lie from Maxwell Saxon. After hearing his secret, she was genuinely very scared.
Maxwell Saxon remained silent.
He got up, poured a glass of water, and without saying anything, helped Scarlett Yates sit up, cupping her hand with one of his and raising the glass to her lips.
"Drink so water first."
Scarlett Yates lowered her eyes to the cup he handed her, hesitated for a mont, and then took a couple of sips.
The warm water diluted the coppery taste in her mouth, and her throat wasn’t as dry.
"Drink a bit more." Maxwell Saxon brought the cup to her lips again, and only when Scarlett Yates drank half the glass did he seem satisfied and placed it back on the table.
After obediently drinking half the glass of water as he instructed, Scarlett Yates was still fixated on the earlier issue and asked again, "You still haven’t answered . Why did you lie to , saying he was dead?"
Why?
Maxwell Saxon curled his lips, his smile sowhat mocking: "If you insist on an answer, fine, I’ll tell you."
His hand moved to her shoulder, pressing down lightly. His cold, deep eyes carried a self-mocking smile, and with a shallow curve of his lips, he said, "Because I’m jealous. I’m insanely jealous that you have another man in your heart. Does that answer satisfy you?"
He never thought he would beco like those won who were easily jealous and envious. He thought such things would never happen to him.
So, people tend to overestimate themselves.
After speaking, he lifted his lips slightly and removed his hand from her shoulder, glancing out the window: "Scarlett, a man’s jealousy can be very frightening too."
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A disease cos like a mountain falling, and goes like threads being drawn.
Scarlett Yates’s illness ca quickly and healed quickly.
Of course, whether it was suddenly falling ill or quickly recovering, it was all under her control.
Maxwell Saxon promised her that as long as she recovered, he would arrange for her to et Matthew Saxon.
So Scarlett Yates was very proactive in cooperating with the doctors. If she needed an injection, she’d get one. If she needed dication, she’d take it. If she was told to stay in her room, she’d stay put for the entire day.
With such active cooperation, naturally, her illness recovered quickly.
By the next day, Scarlett Yates was lively again. She no longer had headaches or dizziness, and she wasn’t constantly sneezing or coughing.
The doctor asured her temperature, and it had returned to normal.
"Doctor, am I completely fine?" Scarlett Yates asked, a bit anxious.
The doctor nodded with a smile, speaking politely: "Miss Yates, your fever has subsided, and the other symptoms have significantly decreased. Just keep warm these few days, and there shouldn’t be any major issues."
Scarlett Yates adjusted the coat wrapped around her, nodded happily, and said, "I’ll be careful. Thank you, doctor."
Recovering ant she could see Matthew Saxon again.
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