Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 671: Your husband is really good to you

The coincidence surprised her and secretly aroused a little suspicion about his timely appearance.

Just like when he blocked Emmy Thompson’s knife for her outside the hospital in time.

This time, was it another coincidence?

The probability of such coincidences happening is too high.

As soon as she spoke, Maxwell Saxon already knew what she truly wanted to ask.

He smiled slightly, "I came to find you."

"Huh?"

"Actually, after you left the restaurant, I had been following you all along."

He paused, his expression candid, "Seeing you went to South Lake alone, I was worried, so I kept a not too close nor too far distance following you."

Otherwise, how could it really have been so coincidental to save her?

Scarlett Yates wasn’t sure whether to be angry or grateful to him.

Logically, his sneaky following was quite annoying, but if he hadn’t done so, she wouldn’t have had the luck to be rescued by him.

She pursed her lips, gave him a somewhat helpless glare, "Why were you looking for me?"

"There’s something I think I got wrong, so I wanted to find you and clarify as soon as possible."

"What is it?"

"It’s about your parents’ car accident."

When he said this lightly, Scarlett froze for a moment, then widened her eyes in astonishment.

Just as Maxwell was about to speak, a blushing doctor, whose face was as red as a peach blossom, walked over, handed him a slip, "The prescription is ready."

Maxwell calmly took it, "Thank you."

The doctor’s cheeks turned even redder, looking like a boiled shrimp, "Mr. Saxon, you’re too kind."

My goodness, this man is so charming. Just being near him, her heartbeat felt like it wasn’t her own.

How can someone be so good-looking and have such an outstanding aura, yet belong to someone else? It’s so frustrating.

Maxwell went to get the medication.

Scarlett, the injured patient, sat in her original spot, watching him leave, her expression complicated.

"Your husband is really good to you," the doctor said enviously, looking at Scarlett.

"He’s not my husband," Scarlett, still immersed in the earlier shock, furrowed her brows and looked away.

What does Maxwell actually mean?

Did he say he got it wrong? Did he mean he got the person who caused her parents’ car accident wrong?

"If not, is he your boyfriend?"

Scarlett felt a bit annoyed with the doctor.

Why was she being so nosy?

"No." Her voice carried a hint of impatience, signaling the other not to continue asking.

But the doctor, captivated by Maxwell’s charm, didn’t pay attention to her expression. Hearing that Scarlett and he weren’t romantically involved, her face lit up with joy, and she asked, "Does that mean he’s still single?"

Finally, the doctor got to the point.

Scarlett furrowed her brows irritably and shattered the doctor’s fantasy, "He already has a fiancée, a beautiful woman."

"He has a fiancée?" The doctor’s face changed instantly, full of disappointment.

Maxwell returned with the medication and just happened to see the doctor turning around, a bit disheartened, to attend a new patient, while Scarlett showed an impatient look and even rolled her eyes twice at the doctor’s back.

He paused, couldn’t help but smile slightly, walked over, and glanced at the doctor, "What did she say that made you so impatient?"

Scarlett, still pondering his earlier words, looked up at him and said casually, "She took a liking to you and asked if you were single."