Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 331: The Cat Weeps for the Mouse with Fake Mercy
Especially when Alice Green almost drowned in the sea, shouldn’t he be comforting her, being tender with her right away?
Alice seemed to be stunned for a moment, then coldly looked at her and said, "I obviously know."
"Then why would you rather waste time on me, rather than seeing him?"
"That’s none of your concern."
"What do you want to talk to me about?"
"You know very well."
"Matthew Saxon?" Scarlett Yates slightly raised the corner of her lips and smiled a bit.
Alice remained silent, clearly acquiescing.
Scarlett then sighed again, her smile quite helpless, "Do we really have to talk?"
Seeing Alice agree anyway, Scarlett reluctantly gave up the notion of going back for a nap, sighing a long breath, "Alright, I agree, let’s find a place to talk."
She really wanted to know what Alice intended to say.
Want her to give up Matthew Saxon?
Yet, being a woman who is about to marry Maxwell Saxon, she is already someone else’s fiancée, what right does she have to demand her to give up Matthew Saxon?
They found a nearby tea room.
Alice ordered a cup of tea.
Scarlett noticed that the tea Alice ordered seemed to be the same kind Matthew also loves to drink; she had just had it this afternoon.
Alice’s face was very pale.
Actually, her complexion had never been good, but after wandering the edge of life and death, her face looked even worse, not only pale but devoid of any blood color.
Her finely-featured and delicate face appeared overly pale; even in broad daylight, she looked ghostly, not a hint of vitality could be felt from her.
When I saw her in the morning, her complexion was poor, but not as terrible as it looks now.
Could it be that her body is left with some sequelae?
"Cough cough cough." Alice covered her lips with a hand to cough briefly, then took a few breaths as if those couple of coughs had drained the last bit of energy from her, making her look thoroughly exhausted.
Like the kind of exhaustion from having not slept for three days and nights.
Scarlett furrowed her brow slightly at this, even though she didn’t particularly like the woman in front of her, she couldn’t help but ask, "Miss Green, are you okay?"
Alice raised her bloodless little face, seemingly glared at her and sneered, "Do you think I look fine like this now?"
A kind-hearted question yet met with such a snide response.
Scarlett was taken aback, regretting her meddling; she shouldn’t have been so talkative.
"Miss Green, with your health being this poor, you should spend more time in the hospital to treat it properly, lest you leave any lingering conditions."
Upon hearing her words, Alice sneered disdainfully, completely ungrateful and sarcastically retorted, "Scarlett, stop crying wolf in mock sympathy; honestly, do you wish I had drowned?"
Scarlett was startled, stunned, and her face slightly darkened, "Miss Green, we have no grievances or enmity, why would I wish for you to drown, I’m not as malicious as you think."
"Scarlett, stop pretending, I know you don’t like me."
Alice coughed twice again, coldly staring at her, "You hate me for always being between you and Matthew, thinking I destroyed your relationship."
Scarlett had not anticipated that in Alice’s mind, she had become such a malicious woman.
When Alice looked at her, her eyes openly revealed a trace of hatred, her gaze cold as ice, wishing fiercely to carve a few slices on her face with it.
