Chapter 1284: 1285: Scarlett, You Mustn’t Be So Rude

He clearly heard the sarcasm in her words, but Maxwell Saxon only gave a faint smile, looking every bit the gentle, refined gentleman. His smile was elegant and captivating, his voice low and magnetic: "Scarlett, I’m really glad to see you again. You look very beautiful today, very charming. The moment I saw you just now, my eyes were completely captured by you."If she hadn’t known better in the past, Scarlett Yates might really have thought he was an upright gentleman.

But now...

The chill at the corner of her lips deepened, her eyes full of icy mockery as she stared coldly at this hypocritical, deep‑scheming man. Her voice grew even colder, without the slightest trace of warmth: "Oh, really?"

Maxwell Saxon’s lips curved into a smile: "Of course. You absolutely have that kind of charm that can make any man fall for you. That’s beyond question."

Those cold, deep eyes of his fixed tightly on her face, yet there was nothing cold about his gaze. The look that fell on her was burning, fervent.

All of a sudden, Scarlett Yates thought of that little lounge inside the private room, of how she had almost been forced by him there.

Those memories were far from pleasant. Her expression shifted slightly, she frowned and avoided Maxwell Saxon’s overly ardent gaze, saying coldly, "Mr. Saxon, has no one ever told you that staring at someone like that is very impolite behavior?"

Before Maxwell Saxon could say anything, Noah Yates slightly furrowed his brow and lightly rebuked her: "Scarlett, you mustn’t be so rude. Mr. Saxon is our guest, we should treat him well."

"It’s all right, Mr. Yates. I think Scarlett has a very straightforward personality. I just like this kind of temperament."

Noah Yates was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "I was worried this temperament of hers would put her at a disadvantage. But hearing you say that, Mr. Saxon, I can rest easy."

The more Scarlett Yates listened, the more she felt something was off.

Maxwell Saxon was openly showing his fondness for her in front of Noah Yates, and Noah Yates wasn’t surprised at all. He even said things like he could rest easy.

From the way Noah Yates spoke, it sounded as if he were planning to hand her over to Maxwell Saxon.

The moment this thought surfaced, Scarlett Yates’s heart jolted violently, her eyes widening in shock.

Could those few casual remarks Rose Yates had made actually be true?

The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Her heart sank bit by bit, her whole person felt as if she’d fallen into an ice cellar; from inside out, from head to toe, she went completely cold.

Seeing her standing there in a daze, Noah Yates frowned again, letting out a soft sigh, sounding somewhat helpless: "This daughter of mine has been like this since she was little. She doesn’t seem very bright, always looking dull and silly. Back then, I worried that with a personality like this she’d suffer losses when she grew up. But I didn’t expect that fools have their own blessings. Though she’s a bit slow and not particularly gentle or virtuous, she still managed to catch the eye of such an outstanding gentleman as Mr. Saxon. That’s her good fortune."

At this point, even the dullest person would hear that something was wrong.

Noah Yates knew that Maxwell Saxon liked her.

And the way he was speaking sounded just like an old father‑in‑law who is very satisfied with his son‑in‑law.

Scarlett Yates froze for a few seconds, then walked over with a cold face.

"Dad, what did you mean just now? I’m already married. Why are you saying those things to Mr. Saxon?"

No, impossible, it couldn’t be as bad as she was imagining.

But why was she feeling more and more uneasy, more and more uncertain...

What exactly was Noah Yates planning? And what exactly was Maxwell Saxon planning?