Chapter 1277: Are You Trying to Starve Me?

He walked out of a building, and a black Maybach was parked by the street. The driver opened the car door before him. He glanced around as if looking for someone. Probably not finding them, he stood there for a few seconds and then bent down to get into the car. Soon, the Maybach carrying him drove away.

Throughout the entire time, he never turned back. Scarlett Yates only saw a back view.

She couldn’t determine if that person was Maxwell Saxon, but the back view was strikingly similar to Maxwell Saxon. Not only the back, but even the aura he emitted was very much like Maxwell Saxon’s.

The black Maybach had already disappeared into the vast traffic, yet Scarlett Yates was still standing there, staring blankly.

If that person really was Maxwell Saxon, why would he also be in A Country?

Isn’t this too much of a coincidence?

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When Scarlett Yates returned to the hospital with the wontons, Matthew Saxon was incessantly complaining about her being too slow, saying that if he waited any longer, he’d starve to death.

His words were exaggerated, and his expression was exaggerated as well, as if he was really starving to the point of collapse.

"Scarlett Yates, tell me what’s going on with you. You’re slow as a snail. It’s just across the street, even if you crawled, you should’ve been back by now."

On the hospital bed, the man lying lazily with his arms crossed had a face full of dissatisfaction, frowning and berating her.

She did lose some time on the way because she saw someone very similar to Maxwell Saxon, so on her way back, Scarlett Yates jogged all the way.

As she entered the ward, she was still panting.

Before she could catch her breath, she heard Matthew Saxon complaining about her.

Scarlett Yates was utterly furious. She lifted her head, wiped the perspiration from her forehead, and said angrily, "I was already fast enough. Even if I were faster, it would still take more than ten minutes to go back and forth. I don’t have any superpowers to teleport instantly."

She ran back without stopping for a break because she was worried that he might really be hungry and didn’t want to keep him waiting. What more did he want?

"More than ten minutes..." Matthew Saxon sneered coldly, "Scarlett Yates, I’ve been waiting for you for almost half an hour. Are you deliberately trying to starve me to death?"

His attitude was extremely poor, even if it wasn’t malicious, his face was cold as if she owed him a fortune, full of displeasure: "I kept reminding you to hurry, but you just had to take your sweet time walking back. Are you still claiming it wasn’t intentional?"

He was clearly finding faults, deliberately picking bones in the egg.

In her mind, Scarlett Yates silently recited a hundred times: A good woman doesn’t argue with a bad-tempered man...

Considering he had amnesia, she’d endure!

No matter how annoying he was, this state wouldn’t last a lifetime!

Endure, once she got through these few days, it would be like seeing the sun after the clouds dispersed, and her troubling days would be over.

There’s a knife above the word ’endure’, yes, that’s right, he was a rogue before as well, didn’t she endure then too? Now, it’s just reviewing some experiences she already went through; it’s no big deal.

Inhale, exhale...

She tried to regulate her breathing, taking deep breaths to slowly suppress the anger in her heart.

"Didn’t I already buy it back now?" Scarlett Yates attempted to use gentleness to counter hardness, smiling warmly, putting the bag by the bedside, taking out the insulated food box and chopsticks, and speaking to him gently, "This box is insulated, the wontons are not cold at all, try one if you don’t believe me?"