Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?
Chapter 34: Young Master Maxwell Saxon

Chapter 34: Chapter 34: Young Master Maxwell Saxon

A strange bed, a strange room, everything was unfamiliar except for herself.

The large white bed was soft and comfortable, she felt as if she was sinking into a cloud of cotton.

The air was filled with a faint floral aroma.

The curtains were lifted by the breeze, and sunlight spilled onto the windowsill, illuminating the spacious bedroom.

The bedroom had minimal furniture, giving it a slightly empty feel, but every piece was exquisite, reflecting the owner’s extraordinary taste.

She felt a bit dazed, suspecting she was dreaming.

She rubbed her eyes vigorously and pinched herself hard before realizing she was not in a dream.

Outside the bedroom, there seemed to be someone talking, and upon closer listening, it was the voices of two women.

Scarlett Yates, full of questions, heard someone outside and immediately jumped out of bed, walked to the door, and hurriedly opened it.

The two maids who had been conversing turned their heads to look at her simultaneously.

One maid smiled, "Miss, you’re awake."

The other maid also smiled and said, "I’ll go prepare breakfast then."

After speaking, the two of them were about to leave.

"Wait." Scarlett Yates hurriedly grabbed one of them, furrowing her brow in confusion, "Where am I? Why am I here?"

She remembered last night she got into the car of an unknown gentleman, and because she was too tired, she fell asleep in the car...

When she woke up, she found herself in a strange place.

"Miss, don’t you remember?" The maid said kindly, "You got into the young master’s car and fell asleep in it. The young master saw you were sleeping soundly and didn’t have the heart to wake you, so he brought you directly to his vacation villa."

The other maid looked at her with envy, and covering her mouth, she laughed, "Yes, the young master carried you off the car."

Scarlett Yates was startled, coughed awkwardly, and asked hesitantly, "He... carried me?"

"Yes, yes, the young master was afraid of waking you and was very gentle," the maid said with bright eyes full of envy, wishing she could be the one being carried.

Unexpectedly, that cold man had such a considerate and gentle side, Scarlett Yates was a little surprised.

"Your young master is?" It felt wrong to sit in his car and sleep at his place without even knowing his name.

The maid proudly lifted her chin, "My young master is Maxwell Saxon, the eldest son of the Saxon Family."

Maxwell Saxon, the Saxon Family’s eldest son, Matthew Saxon’s brother?

Scarlett Yates opened her eyes wide in astonishment, finding it somewhat laughable.

What is this?

She was abandoned by the family’s young master and picked up again by the family’s eldest master.

This coincidental and dramatic experience, she thought only existed in novels.

Maxwell Saxon’s consideration extended beyond last night.

The outfit Scarlett wore to the banquet was originally bizarre and extravagant; she didn’t dare to wear it again.

But the Saxon Family’s eldest master had thought ahead and prepared a new outfit in her bedroom early on.

Scarlett anxiously looked at the price of the white dress on the bedside and felt relieved instantly.

The dress wasn’t some expensive designer brand.

Before leaving, Scarlett placed the money for the dress on the bedside table and wrote a note, pressing it under the lamp.

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From the maid’s mouth, Scarlett learned that the middle-aged uncle who served as the driver last night was surnamed Thompson, and was Maxwell Saxon’s trusted assistant, everyone called him Uncle Thompson.

Maxwell Saxon was a true gentleman, he considered everything thoroughly and arranged for Uncle Thompson to send her back.

Outside the car window, the countryside air was much fresher than in the city, and the fragrance of the crape myrtle trees was delightful.

Scarlett Yates took a deep breath, stared at the flowering crape myrtle for a while, "It’s so beautiful."

"Miss Yates likes crape myrtle flowers?" Although there was the quiet young heir, Uncle Thompson was not a man of few words.

Scarlett slowly retracted her gaze and smiled, nodding, "Yes."

Uncle Thompson chuckled, "The young master likes them too, so every place he lives is planted with many crape myrtle trees."

Scarlett remembered that in Maxwell Saxon’s villa garden, there were indeed many crape myrtle trees planted.

The Lamborghini passed through a shady street, and it seemed they were about to reach Saint Mercy University.

Scarlett hurriedly said, "Uncle Thompson, I can get out here."

If the car stopped at the main gate, she worried it would draw too much attention.

Uncle Thompson glanced at her, those experienced eyes seemed to see through people, nodded knowingly, and pulled the car over to the street.

Scarlett looked around outside the car window for a while, making sure no one from the school was passing by, then said thank you before getting out of the car with her head down.

Uncle Thompson watched her get out and nervously peek around, couldn’t help but give her a few more looks.

She already knew the young master’s identity, yet she seemed eager to avoid being seen by others.

For other girls, they would do anything to associate with the young master, but Miss Yates was an exception.

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She wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but from the moment Scarlett stepped through the school gate, she felt countless eyes on her.

This feeling became stronger when she entered the classroom.

Stella Nelson spotted her immediately, rushed over and grabbed her hand, eyes bright and fixed on her, asking excitedly, "Scarlett, where did you go last night?"