Chapter 1328: She Doesn’t Care at All
Scarlett Yates immediately felt horrified.
This fear surged up from the depths of her heart.
She couldn’t bear his goodness.
He always tried to get what he wanted without ever asking if she was willing, even though he knew his actions would cause her pain, he still did as he pleased.
His care and kindness only brought her painful experiences; would she need this kind of kindness?
She didn’t care at all.
But he didn’t care what she thought, whether she was happy or in pain. He used deceitful means to force her, wanting to possess her next. Even though he knew force would result in suffering for both, he still refused to let her go.
She couldn’t change his mind, so she could only escape.
The farther, the better.
"Maxwell Saxon, you’ve achieved your goal for tonight. Can I go home now?" A trace of fatigue showed on her face as she closed her eyes, her voice dim, "I’m tired, I want to go home and rest early."
Everything tonight satisfied Maxwell Saxon.
Everything developed as he imagined.
He was in a great mood, especially when Matthew Saxon agreed to divorce Scarlett Yates. He was delighted to the extreme.
As long as this matter wasn’t settled, his heart remained uneasy.
Now Matthew Saxon had agreed, and Scarlett Yates had no problem either. Tomorrow he would have someone draft the divorce agreement, once they signed, things would become much easier.
He brought Scarlett Yates to the banquet with an ulterior motive, now that the purpose was achieved, there was no need to stay.
He knew Scarlett Yates didn’t feel well, his intention was not to cause her pain and sorrow, but in order to make her break off with Matthew Saxon more thoroughly, some things were unavoidable.
Right now, she’s been wronged; later, he would make up for it doubly. Anyway, he would make her realize he truly cared for her and would spoil and love her for a lifetime.
Someday, she would understand his goodness.
By then, he believed that the little girl who always liked to cling to him, depend on him wholeheartedly, trust him, and like him would return to his side.
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The night was deep.
On the way back.
After getting in the car, Scarlett Yates closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, not saying a word to Maxwell Saxon.
Being so clever, how could Maxwell Saxon not tell she was pretending?
He didn’t expose her, but as she tilted her head with her eyes closed against the car seat, he placed a blanket over her and lowered the seat a little so she could lie down more comfortably.
Scarlett Yates kept pretending to sleep until the Maybach carrying her stopped again.
She slowly opened her eyes, rubbed them, feigned just waking up, yawned twice, and lazily said, "We’re here?"
"Yes, we’re here."
Maxwell Saxon turned his head, seeing her hair a little messy, he wanted to reach out to tidy her hair, but Scarlett Yates grabbed the blanket and tossed it toward him before crouching to stand: "I’m leaving now. You don’t need to walk me in."
With that, she reached out to pull the car door.
She tugged twice, but the door wouldn’t budge. She frowned slightly, a trace of irritation in her eyes: "Maxwell Saxon, tell your driver to open the car door."
Maxwell Saxon said nothing, just quietly watched her.