Chapter 1311: Then Why Bother Pretending to Ask

The well-tailored suit he was wearing looked extremely attractive, simple, elegant, with a kind of understated elegance, and together with his handsome face, calling it perfect was not an exaggeration at all. Whether Scarlett Yates was willing to admit it or not, there was no denying that Maxwell Saxon indeed had a very alluring appearance; from the outside, he was flawless, without any discernible shortcomings.

This man had a deadly attraction to women.

This image of a well-dressed, graceful gentleman was something most women could not resist,

Scarlett Yates still remembered the scene when they first met. At that time, she had just gotten into the car and immediately noticed Maxwell Saxon.

On that kind of night, when she was feeling wronged, sad, and angry, it was Maxwell Saxon who picked her up.

Initially, the impression Maxwell Saxon gave her was very good; she thought he was a gentle and gentlemanly man. Compared to him, Matthew Saxon seemed like a complete jerk.

Knowing a person by their appearance but not knowing their heart; trying to understand someone, you really can’t judge their goodness or badness by just looking at the surface.

"Scarlett, may I come in?" The door to the room was open, and Maxwell Saxon stood at the doorway, blocking a large portion of the light.

With a charming, elegant smile on his lips, he politely and courteously asked.

Scarlett Yates pouted and said irritably, "If I say no, will you leave then?"

The man who had just been politely asking her stepped in with one foot, curled his lips, and with a smile said, "Since the room’s door is open, I take that as silent consent for me to come in."

As he spoke, he had already taken a few steps into the room.

Scarlett Yates sneered and curled her lips, "Then why did you ask hypocritically, Maxwell Saxon? Don’t you find yourself very pretentious?"

"It’s polite to ask first; I see it as a sign of respect for the other person."

Scarlett Yates bit her lip and muttered lowly, "Hypocrite."

If he really respected her, he would have left right when she said no, rather than hypocritically asking and then taking it upon himself to come in.

Scarlett Yates realized that from the beginning until now, Maxwell Saxon was mostly in disguise in front of her.

Even though she had already seen through his true colors.

The only difference was, before, when she didn’t know him well, he wasn’t as blatant, and his disguise lasted longer in front of her.

But now... he still disguised, but his disguise couldn’t last two minutes before he started showing his shameless side.

Maxwell Saxon slowly and elegantly walked up to her.

Lowering his head, his dark eyes glittered with a ghostly fire, his scorching gaze swept over her from top to bottom, his thin lips lifted in satisfaction, and he smiled, "This set of jewelry is indeed quite nice. Clothes make the man; gold adorns the Buddha. The way you’re dressed now is truly different from usual."

Elegant, noble, and with an exceptionally outstanding temperament.

After all, she had the blood of the Yates Family running through her veins, and even if she didn’t grow up in the Yates Family, that inherent noble demeanor was still there.

At this moment, his Scarlett was no less impressive than those so-called debutantes, perhaps even more outstanding.

She was wearing a light purple floor-length gown, revealing half of her delicate shoulder, with her long hair styled into a vintage updo, exposing her smooth and graceful neck.

The necklace and earrings she wore were the jewelry he bought for her, both the studs and necklace sparkled brilliantly, dazzling from every angle.