Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 763: Maxwell Saxon Cooks

Scarlett Yates lifted off the white blanket wrapped around her.

She was still wearing the dress from the evening banquet, a long hem was pressed under her, she pulled it out and was just about to get out of bed when she noticed a pair of gray-white cotton slippers placed by the bedside.

The slippers looked quite large, obviously a man’s size.

Scarlett probably already guessed where she was.

Although the place was unfamiliar to her, the atmosphere filling the room was familiar.

Her memory only lasted until just before she fell into a deep sleep, at that time she felt very tired and just wanted to be alone and quiet, thinking she would close her eyes for a little rest, unexpectedly she fell into such a deep sleep.

She got off the bed wearing the slippers, and because they were too big, every step she took made a clattering sound.

When she clattered into the living room, there was a slight sound of a door opening behind her, Scarlett turned around and saw the tightly closed kitchen door opening.

Maxwell Saxon stood by the door, under the light, his handsome and charming face showed a gentle expression. Seeing her awake, he curled his lips, pointed toward the bathroom, and said: "The porridge is almost done, I’ll stir-fry two more dishes, you can go take a shower and change your clothes first."

"Oh, right, the clothes are on the cabinet by the bed in the bedroom, go see if they fit."

It turns out this is Maxwell Saxon’s place.

Upon returning home, Maxwell changed into a comfortable light gray home outfit; he was now cooking in the kitchen with a checkered apron on, giving a very homely feeling.

Scarlett stared at him for a few seconds: "Is this where you live?"

"Yes, during my time in City A, I’m staying here; is it a bit small? But living alone, if the room is too big it seems empty, so I picked this place."

"Why did you bring me here?"

He knew where she lived; she was drunk, he could have returned her to the place she shared with Angela, rather than bringing her to his temporary home.

Maxwell smiled, his expression candid: "I brought you here so I can take care of you."

"Maxwell..."

"Let’s talk later, go take a shower first."

Scarlett indeed felt uncomfortable.

The smell of alcohol all over her, and quite sweaty, the dress she wore for the evening banquet was cumbersome, she had to keep lifting the hem while walking, otherwise she might get tripped by the long hem.

She did want to take a shower.

Though Maxwell was not a perfect person, he still displayed gentlemanly behaviors in certain aspects, and she wasn’t afraid he would do anything beastly, so she thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

Scarlett’s trust in Maxwell not turning beastly stemmed from the night he rescued her from Alexis Denton...

That night she was drugged and actively clung to him, if he really wanted to do something to her, she wouldn’t have been able to refuse...

Moreover, afterward, he could have had a righteous excuse, saying she was the one who initiated, what could she have done to him then?

However, she was really grateful that under such circumstances, he took her to the hospital immediately.

He did not take advantage of her situation, which truly made him seem like a gentleman.

What he didn’t do that night, he certainly wouldn’t do now.

She actually realized that in matters of the heart, Maxwell was a very proud man who wants her willing consent rather than momentary satisfaction of possession.