Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 465: Do You Like Eating That Much?

The man walking ahead was dressed in a sleek, expensive suit. Just by looking at his back, he was handsome and distinguished, with an extraordinary aura. Yet the woman walking behind him was dressed like a student, her hands holding the backpack straps, bouncing along, her ponytail swinging side to side like a rabbit following the man.

One seemed like a mature and elegant elder.

One seemed like a playful and lively junior.

After walking a while, the man seemed impatient as he turned back, as if annoyed that the woman was too slow. He frowned, said a few words to her, then reached out his large hand to hold hers, pulling her to his side.

"What do you want to eat?" Matthew Saxon asked as he led her into the elevator and pressed the button for the floor.

Scarlett seriously pondered for a moment, speaking in a negotiating tone, "How about we go for hotpot?"

"Hotpot?" Matthew’s brows furrowed slightly, looking a bit disdainful.

He didn’t like spicy food, and the hotpot was a pot of boiling water from start to finish. The rising steam left everyone smelling like hotpot.

"Yes, we haven’t had it for a long time." Scarlett remembered the sizzling hotpot, licking her lips greedily, a look of longing on her face. "When I was in school, Stella and I would go once a month. We never got tired of it."

"Do you like it that much?" Matthew furrowed his brows again, seeming a bit swayed.

Seeing her longing expression, he hesitated to turn down her suggestion.

Even though he really wasn’t interested in hotpot.

"You don’t like it?" Scarlett seemed to have just realized that he might not be interested in hotpot. She looked up at him, biting her lip, speaking softly, "If, if you don’t like it, we can go for something else."

"I wouldn’t say I dislike it, just rarely try it." Matthew responded to the disappointment in her eyes, curling his lips into a smile, "Thinking about it, I haven’t had it for quite a while. Recommend a place where the flavor is authentic, and we’ll have hotpot tonight."

Scarlett’s eyes instantly brightened.

Matthew couldn’t help but shake his head. It was just a meal, yet she could be this satisfied.

It seemed pleasing this woman wasn’t a difficult task. There was no need for him to painstakingly buy expensive gifts. As long as he did something she liked, she was satisfied.

This simple and easily achieved happiness was something he hadn’t seen in other women.

Those women only lit up when being given lavish jewelry, luxury cars, and villas.

"Speaking of authentic hotpot, no one knows better than me." When it came to her favorite food, Scarlett spoke incessantly, "The ones with proper, lavish decor aren’t always the best. To find real gourmet food, you still have to search in those inconspicuous alleyways."

"There’s an old hotpot restaurant in a lane near our school. Although the decor is quite basic, the taste is definitely top-notch."

"And at the corner end of X street, there’s a place with a very authentic flavor..."

"And..."

The more she talked, the more excited she became, her eyes sparkling as if presenting treasures, listing all the eateries she had painstakingly discovered over the years to him.

She seemed like a sparrow chirping continuously.

Matthew usually disliked noisy, talkative women, but he wasn’t bothered by Scarlett’s chatter.