Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 738 The Disguised Villain
Just as she was about to fall into Maxwell Saxon’s arms, he reached out to stop her.
He held the woman up, giving her a gentle smile, "Miss, be careful."
With that smile, the woman seemed to become dumbstruck, staring at him blankly.
Maxwell released his hand, noticing the woman’s awkward gaze fixed on him. He smiled again and said gently, "Hold on, or you might fall again."
Immediately, her heart fluttered wildly, her face flushing bright red.
Her eyes, glassy and dazed, looked at Maxwell as if she were drunk, and Scarlett Yates felt the woman could faint at any moment.
In contrast, Maxwell maintained a calm and collected demeanor, despite being stared at by the women on the bus, he showed no signs of discomfort.
The others, seeing Maxwell not only great in looks but also polite and gentlemanly, began to imitate the woman.
Suddenly, the sounds of "ouch" echoed throughout the bus, one after another.
Scarlett Yates couldn’t recall how many times she saw Maxwell being bumped into during the half-hour ride.
The driver drove steadily but today, the women in the vehicle seemed to be out of sorts, all teetering and tumbling together in one direction.
Before getting off, a few daring girls approached Maxwell, expressing a desire to be friends, exchanging phone numbers.
To Scarlett’s surprise, Maxwell actually accepted them.
The girls looked quite pleased, repeatedly urging Maxwell to call them. Maxwell smiled and nodded, even politely saying goodbye before leaving.
Scarlett got off the bus, and Maxwell followed suit.
She wondered how long this man intended to follow her.
Thinking of how he just accepted the scraps of paper from the girls in the bus, Scarlett found it amusing and ironic.
She still remembered this man said he wanted to pursue her, that only she would do, yet just now he joyfully accepted other women’s notes.
Scarlett was about to make a sarcastic remark, but saw Maxwell walk over to the trash bin at the platform.
Then, to her stunned gaze, he tore up the notes with the girls’ phone numbers and tossed them into the trash.
This action caught Scarlett by surprise. She stared for several seconds before asking, "What were you just doing? Why did you do that?"
"You’re talking about those notes?" Maxwell smiled and, without much explanation, simply said, "I won’t call anyway, so why keep them?"
"Then why did you accept them?"
He smiled again, "They had mustered a lot of courage to give me their phone numbers. If I rejected them outright, they would have felt bad."
Scarlett was speechless.
Wouldn’t accepting the numbers and then throwing them in the trash be hurtful?
In comparison, the latter should be more damaging, right?
Moreover, when he accepted the notes, the girls seemed so happy, probably hoping for his call when they got home.
Yet he simply tossed them into the trash, giving hope and then disappointment.
Seeing all of this firsthand, Scarlett once again felt that this seemingly gentle and courteous man is nothing but a disguised villain.
Others are openly bad, but he is covertly bad, making the latter more despicable.
Scarlett felt she couldn’t communicate with him, huffed coldly, and turned to walk towards the sidewalk.
