Chapter 1381: So You’re Young Madam Saxon
Looks like she’s one of the unfavored ones.
Even with the title of Young Madam Saxon, to be ignored and treated this coldly by her own husband... being this Young Madam is really stifling, really pathetic.
Facing a legitimate wife who isn’t favored, a woman naturally has nothing to be afraid of. She even felt a bit smug as she walked up to Scarlett, head lifted, chest out, almond eyes curving, a self-satisfied smile flickering in her gaze.
Her lips, painted rose-red, curved as well. In a soft, sticky-sweet tone she said, "So you’re Young Madam Saxon. I’m really sorry about just now, I thought you were some clueless maid. Young Madam Saxon won’t be angry, right?"
Matthew Saxon swept his gaze up and down Scarlett once, gave a light laugh, his long narrow eyes slightly narrowed, his expression relaxed and careless as he said, "Don’t blame her, it’s you who doesn’t bother with your image. Looking like this, it’s no wonder she’d mistake you. Even I feel it’s beneath your status."
With Matthew backing her up, the woman grew even more pleased with herself, giggling a few times. "Young Master Saxon, what are you doing, seriously? You don’t even buy a few decent outfits for Young Madam. No matter what, she’s your wife in name. Wherever she goes, she’s tied to your face. Aren’t you afraid she’ll keep looking like this and drag down your reputation?"
Matthew’s lips hooked up, his long phoenix eyes still fixed on Scarlett. "You’ve got good taste. How about tomorrow you go pick out a few things for her, settle this matter for me. I’ll give you a reward."
At the word "reward," the woman’s eyes lit up at once. Her body melted softly against Matthew, and she said in a coquettish tone, "I saw a set of jadeite jewelry today that was really nice, the quality of the stone was excellent. I just ordered a cheongsam recently—if I had that set of jadeite jewelry to go with it, it would definitely look even better on."
Matthew lowered his head to glance at the beauty in his arms, his eyes gentle, smiling as he said, "If you like it, then buy it. Wear it for me when the time comes."
The woman’s eyes grew even brighter, brimming with joy, utterly delighted. "Young Master Saxon is so good to me."
With that, she rose on tiptoe and kissed Matthew on the lips, offering up her fragrant kiss.
That set of jadeite jewelry was worth more than eight million.
She’d only just latched onto Matthew and hadn’t even slept with him yet. When she brought it up just now, she was actually totally unsure inside; she hadn’t expected Matthew to agree just like that.
The woman was ecstatic.
No wonder people say Young Master Saxon is incredibly generous with women, that every woman who’s been with him gets a hefty payoff when they break up.
There are plenty of rich men, and plenty who are willing to buy things for women—but a man who casually spends several million in one go is rare.
These days, rich men are shrewd too. If you want to get money out of them, who doesn’t pull out every trick they’ve got?
In her wild delight, the woman became even more determined to cling tightly to this money tree named Matthew Saxon.
Matthew’s brows twitched slightly, but he didn’t dodge. He quickly returned to normal, his face full of smug springtime cheer as he closed his eyes in enjoyment, accepting her kiss.
From start to finish, his gaze never once left Scarlett.
Even when he was accepting the woman’s kiss.
On the surface he was smiling smugly, but inside his chest was burning with rage.
This damn woman, she didn’t react at all.
Seeing him bring a woman home, she didn’t react. When the woman he brought home provoked her, she still didn’t react. Now watching another woman kiss her husband, she remains utterly unmoved.