Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 757: He Really Likes Me

"Oh? Then I must have misspoken." Maxwell Saxon glanced at Softy again, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "If Miss Softy truly is a flower with no master, there are quite a few excellent single gentlemen in Seymour. If Miss Softy is willing, I could arrange something..."

"That’s not necessary." Softy hurriedly rejected him before he could finish his sentence.

Maxwell Saxon looked at her, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Miss Softy isn’t willing?"

Softy bit her lip, turned her head, looking at Matthew Saxon with a complex gaze, stammering, "I... I don’t plan on dating anyone right now. I appreciate the Young Master’s kindness."

The look Softy gave Matthew Saxon was filled with admiration, shyness, worship, and a faint touch of sadness and melancholy.

Maxwell Saxon glanced at the two of them, smirking knowingly. "In that case, let’s not force it."

"Matthew, I... I also want to go to the bathroom." Softy pulled at Matthew Saxon’s arm, her face flushed, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s hum.

Matthew Saxon hesitated briefly, then said, "I’ll go with you."

Softy was startled, initially a bit delighted, but as she considered a certain possibility, her gaze quickly turned gloomy again. She bit her lip and said, somewhat ruefully, "I’d better go alone. The second Young Master doesn’t need to accompany me."

"I’ll go with you." Matthew Saxon took her hand, and though his tone seemed normal, an imperceptible assertiveness suggested warning, leaving no room for her to refuse.

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Scarlett Yates felt her head spinning more and more.

She had drunk Champagne before but had never felt this intoxicated.

What she didn’t know was that drinking is indeed about mood; when one’s mood is bad, it’s easy to drink, even if it’s very low-alcohol Champagne.

Standing in front of the sink, she splashed cold water on her face. After a long time, the dizzy feeling finally subsided a bit.

Her makeup had been very light to begin with, and the thin layer of powder was all washed clean by the water.

She took a tissue and wiped all the droplets off her face, then slapped her cheeks hard until normal redness returned to her pale face. She checked herself in the mirror and then, seemingly satisfied, turned to walk out.

Just as Scarlett Yates reached the door, someone pushed open the bathroom door.

She came face to face with the person entering.

Both were momentarily taken aback, but Softy was the first to speak: "Miss Yates, are you alright?"

Softy looked at her as if very concerned, her face also showing worry. "Should I call the Young Master?"

Scarlett Yates looked at Softy with a few degrees of intoxication, silent for a few seconds, then shook her head. "No, thank you."

"Really no need?" Softy seemed not very assured, her eyes fixed steadily on Scarlett. "But Miss Yates, you don’t look completely fine. Did you get drunk?" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Softy’s tone inexplicably carried a hint of interrogation, which made Scarlett Yates feel uncomfortable. She frowned slightly, her tone colder: "Miss Softy, I’m really fine. I want to go back now, please move aside."

Softy didn’t move.

The young girl didn’t yet know how to hide her emotions, showing very apparent hostility towards Scarlett Yates, blurting out without preamble: "Matthew said he really likes me."

"Oh, really?" Scarlett Yates chuckled, nodded and said, "Miss Softy is very beautiful, and the second Young Master is very handsome. You’re a perfect match."

Scarlett Yates didn’t react as expected with anger or jealousy, which made Softy feel like she had thrown a punch with all her might only to have it land on tofu.