Chapter 1550: Let’s Toast to Our Reunion

Chapter 1550: Chapter 1550: Let’s Toast to Our Reunion

"Young man, is this your first time proposing to a girl you like? Girls love flowers, you should go buy a big bouquet, like 999 red roses. She’ll definitely like it."

The others chimed in enthusiastically as well, yet no one noticed that the handsome young man they were advising was looking increasingly displeased.

After all, the woman his Young Master had his eye on was being mistaken as his love interest...

If the Young Master found out, he’d surely skin him alive.

At this moment, he was caught in a dilemma, worried that Maxwell Saxon would find out about the misunderstanding, yet he had to make sure Scarlett Yates accepted the box in his hands.

He forced himself to push the box slightly closer to her, "Miss Yates..."

Seeing the crowd getting larger, Scarlett Yates didn’t want to be misunderstood, nor did she want to attract attention.

She was standing right across from Saint Mercy Hospital.

If someone she knew saw this and told Matthew Saxon, even if Matthew wouldn’t misunderstand her, he’d surely be upset.

His current health condition... he couldn’t afford too much emotional turmoil.

She had to take the box.

The crowd immediately erupted into cheers.

Scarlett Yates’s face turned somewhat grim, and she wanted to walk away.

But just as she took the box, the man still didn’t leave. Seeing her about to go, he quickly stepped forward as if to stop her, "Miss Yates, the Young Master is still waiting to have dinner with you."

This was getting tiresome.

Scarlett Yates was furious, turned around, and glared fiercely at him, "I won’t go."

She didn’t see Maxwell Saxon, so she vented her anger on his subordinate, "I’m warning you, don’t follow me anymore, or I’ll call the police to report you for harassment."

"Miss Yates."

Maxwell Saxon’s trained subordinate kept his composure, his expression unchanged, as he slowly stopped and said softly from behind her, "The Young Master said he’s concerned about Matthew Saxon’s safety, so he arranged for some people to secretly protect him at the hospital. They’re professionally trained bodyguards, and with their protection, Matthew Saxon will be perfectly safe."

Scarlett Yates’s back stiffened, and she was a meter away when she forcibly paused.

The man smiled as Scarlett Yates turned her pale face back to him, and he respectfully made a gesture of invitation, "Miss Yates, please, the Young Master is eagerly expecting to dine with you, and for this, he has made many preparations. I’m sure Miss Yates will enjoy it."

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The kitchen is open-air.

Turning her head, she could see the chef not far away preparing a delicious dinner for them.

This was a private residential area, and the owner wasn’t Maxwell Saxon, but a friend of his, although Maxwell could come and go as he pleased.

Scarlett Yates suspected that Maxwell Saxon might actually own the house but purchased it under someone else’s name.

Underfoot was a lush green lawn.

In this season, most grass had withered, so having such a large expanse of green lawn was quite refreshing.

On the white carved dining table, Maxwell Saxon pushed a glass of red wine in front of Scarlett Yates.

He raised his own glass, swirled it near his nose, and took a gentle sniff, eyes slightly squinted.

"Scarlett, to our reunion, let’s toast." The fragrant aroma of red wine wafted to his nose as he slowly opened his eyes, his dark-as-night gaze carrying a faint smile.