Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?

In the end, he still couldn’t bear it; he just couldn’t manage to stay completely indifferent.

Olly responded enthusiastically, "Young Master, I’ll go right away."

"Wait."

Matthew Saxon stopped her again, his expression turning a bit awkward. He cleared his throat lightly and said, "Don’t let her know I’m the one who told you to go over."

Olly froze for a second, then quickly understood. Looking at Matthew’s slightly self-conscious face, she smiled knowingly and lowered her voice: "Young Master, don’t worry."

Matthew thought for a moment, then added, "And take a coat down with you."

She was dressed way too lightly.

"Young Master, you’re actually this worried about Young Madam—why not let her know? If Young Madam knew you cared about her so much, she’d definitely be really happy." Olly suggested sincerely.

The reason Young Master didn’t want Young Madam to know all this was probably because of his pride.

The two of them were still in a cold war, and neither was willing to back down first.

But in front of the woman you love, bowing your head first isn’t a big deal; isn’t a man supposed to be more magnanimous?

Matthew shot her a cold glare. "Just do what I told you and hurry up. The rest has nothing to do with you, don’t stick your nose in."

So fierce!

Olly trembled twice from fright, not daring to say another word. Before Matthew’s gaze could kill her on the spot, she quickly turned and slipped away.

She bolted downstairs in one go and, following Matthew’s instructions, grabbed a thick down jacket and an umbrella.

Seeing her heading out with those things, someone called out to her, "Olly, where are you going?"

Olly answered while walking, "I’m going to bring Young Madam a coat and an umbrella. The snow outside is so heavy, she’ll freeze out there."

The person who stopped her lowered their voice and said, "Young Madam’s doing it on purpose, right? Trying to use this kind of stunt to get Young Master’s attention, to win back his sympathy. She’s really quite pitiful, freezing out there for so long, and Young Master still doesn’t seem to feel sorry for her."

After speaking, they quickly darted a look at what Olly was carrying, then asked gloatingly, "These... aren’t from Young Master, are they?"

Olly turned her head and rolled her eyes at them. Annoyed, she said, "It’s none of your business. Why are you poking your nose into everything?"

Hearing her say that, the person assumed these things were all from Olly herself. The gloating smile on their face deepened. "This time Young Master is really mad. Even this trick doesn’t work anymore."

They still remembered that the last time the couple had a conflict, the key to resolving it was Old Master Douglas punishing Young Madam.

Back then, Young Master had felt so sorry for her—personally applying her medicine, personally feeding her, and carrying her in and out himself.

But this time, Young Madam had already been outside for such a long time. Everyone knew how cold the weather was out there, yet Young Master still hadn’t budged.

Looks like this fight between them is way more serious than any before.

"What, are you the worm living in Young Master’s stomach? You know everything he’s thinking?" Olly rolled her eyes again, thinking to herself, Young Master cares a lot about Young Madam; you all don’t know shit.

Olly was also a woman who loved gossip. When the rumors about Scarlett Yates and Matthew Saxon first started spreading downstairs, she’d already heard all about it.

On the very first day back home, Scarlett moved into the guest room. From that move alone, anyone could guess what kind of conflict had happened between her and Matthew.

Just when she’d gone upstairs earlier, people downstairs had still been talking about it.