Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 722: The Embarrassed Side
Scarlett Yates couldn’t hear any of these words.
Her mind was burned into confusion, she only felt heat, like a flame surrounding her, scorching temperatures evaporating her body’s moisture bit by bit.
She was desperately thirsty.
Her throat was full of fire.
She cried out in distress, "Maxwell Saxon, I really feel awful."
Her body’s instinct urged her to move closer to him, as if the nearer she got to him, the less unbearable it would be.
So, following her body’s instincts, she suddenly hooked her arm around Maxwell Saxon’s neck, pulling him fiercely towards her.
"Scarlett, you..." Maxwell Saxon’s startled voice was muffled by Scarlett Yates.
His body stiffened, and a hint of surprise flashed in his cool gaze, which softened into astonishment after a few seconds.
Scarlett Yates kissed his cold lips, like a child tasting candy for the first time, almost greedily absorbing the coolness between his lips and teeth.
She was powerless to think.
She knew who the man holding her was. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
She also knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but at this moment, reason was overcome by the instincts of her body, she didn’t want to consider any consequences, only feeling that doing this would relieve her discomfort.
Actually, for Maxwell Saxon, it wasn’t quite a pleasant experience.
Purely treated as a cooling tool by the other party, it wasn’t really a delightful thing.
By the time Uncle Thompson parked the car at Benevolent Heart Hospital’s entrance as quickly as he could, Maxwell Saxon had already been "tormented" into a sorry state by Scarlett Yates.
Uncle Thompson had inadvertently glanced in the rearview mirror, and was startled by what he saw.
In such a short time, his young master had been "tormented" to such an unbearable state.
The previously neat suit and shirt were crumpled like dried vegetables.
Especially the shirt inside, several buttons had been torn open, and when Uncle Thompson looked back, Scarlett Yates was still struggling to tear another button.
Then, he saw the shiny button being torn off by her, and then casually tossed away, not knowing where it went.
Maxwell Saxon held her restless hands, his voice hoarse, "Scarlett, we’ve arrived at the hospital. Be good, okay? Soon you won’t feel so terrible."
His lips had been bitten until they bled, and there were two scratches on his chest.
Clearly, all these were someone’s "handiwork."
Uncle Thompson looked stunned.
He had never seen Maxwell Saxon in such a sorry state.
Moreover, it was a woman who had made him so disheveled.
He had always firmly believed that such a thing wouldn’t happen to his young master.
The young master had a cleanliness obsession, both privately and publicly, paying great attention to his image.
But now, there was hardly any image left to speak of.
Even after being tormented by the little woman in his arms, he wasn’t angry, but instead gently comforted and coaxed her.
This shows that nothing in this world is absolute.
Even the most indifferent man can be captivated by beauty at times.
Claims of disinterest in women are merely because he hasn’t met someone he truly likes.
The fact that the young master has found a woman he likes is a bittersweet affair for Uncle Thompson.
The joy is that with the young master’s aloof nature, he should indeed have someone by his side to care for him, to prevent him from spending all day on business matters without any enjoyment in life.
