Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 668: Suddenly Feeling Very Relieved

It’s him.

It was indeed him who appeared at the most critical moment and then saved her.

She was rescued from a desperate situation.

She didn’t know why Maxwell Saxon appeared here, nor why he happened to save her, but she had never been so grateful for his appearance.

Thinking about those guys with blond hair, her body trembled slightly, still shaken by fear.

She couldn’t imagine what she would have faced if Maxwell hadn’t appeared in time.

She didn’t move, obediently leaning against his chest, her body, stiffened by fear and despair, relaxing in Maxwell’s cool and fragrant embrace.

Feeling her change, Maxwell’s gaze shifted slightly, and he looked down at her.

This woman, usually full of thorns when facing him, was now uncharacteristically quiet and well-behaved.

It seemed she was truly scared.

Maxwell’s eyes flashed with a trace of ruthlessness.

He would make those audacious men pay the price.

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Out of the woods, Scarlett Yates surveyed the surroundings, feeling even more annoyed.

No wonder her cries for help had been useless; not even a ghost appeared.

What on earth had clouded her judgment to lead her to such a secluded place?

Everything around was pitch black, there were few streetlights, and several were broken; the remaining ones cast an atmosphere like a deliberate horror film, dim and hazy.

Aside from her and Maxwell, no other figure was seen.

Everywhere were towering, dense trees, some places were so thickly covered that not a sliver of light could penetrate.

This place was practically the ideal location for criminals.

"From now on, don’t come to such remote places alone." Maxwell also took note of the surroundings, his brows furrowing.

Thinking if he hadn’t continued to follow her and heard her cries for help, she’d most likely be unable to escape, his brows furrowed even more tightly.

"This place is dangerous even in the daytime, let alone at night. If there’s any danger, even cries for help would go unheard." He pursed his lips, the tightness of his brows giving him a serious expression.

Usually, Scarlett would retort, saying things like he shouldn’t meddle.

But today, she bit her lip, said nothing, unable to argue, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Fortunately, Maxwell said no more, sparing her some dignity.

He carried her onto a small path, winding and twisting for a while, and Scarlett suddenly felt her sight brighten, as they finally landed on the main road.

A few people were sparsely strolling along.

Seeing the warm yellow light on the ground, seeing the passersby, and seeing the man with a cool but protective demeanor tightly holding her, Scarlett suddenly felt secure.

This sense of security made her temporarily forget her resistance and aversion to Maxwell.

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After getting in the car, Maxwell bent down and placed her in the back seat, accidentally knocking against her foot in the process.

"Ow..." Scarlett trembled slightly, wincing in pain.

Matthew Saxon paused, noticing her pained little face turn pale, and upon closer inspection, saw that one of her feet was injured.

Her fair, graceful ankle was red and swollen.

"Sprained ankle?" He frowned, staring at the swollen area.

Scarlett nodded: "Yeah, I slipped on a stone."