Chapter 1551: I Don’t Want to Know Anymore

Chapter 1551: Chapter 1551: I Don’t Want to Know Anymore

Scarlett Yates coldly said, "I won’t drink alcohol."

He curved his lips into a smile, an exceedingly handsome face, his profound features appearing particularly distinct in the hazy night, with the lines from his forehead to his jaw being exceptionally graceful, like a painting.

The person across, just looking at the exterior, was very pleasing to the eye.

Such handsome features, noble demeanor, an impeccably charming and elegant smile, would stand out anywhere.

Yet such a seemingly noble, elegant, and perfectly poised man was, inherently, a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Under his refined appearance lurked a demon.

This face could infatuate all women, but Scarlett Yates only saw fear.

Maxwell Saxon slightly tilted his head back, the crimson liquid in the crystal glass flowed into his alluring thin lips.

His gesture of drinking was very elegant, from pouring, smelling, to sipping, vividly embodying the essence of "tasting" in wine tasting.

This whole process was taught to him by an etiquette instructor after he joined the Saxon Family.

He referred to these etiquette rules as "performing arts" of high society.

He used to disdain these, but upon joining the Saxon Family, he learned quickly, mastering all necessary rules and etiquette in just three days.

Even the instructor praised his quick learning, saying that it was no wonder he picked it up so fast, given his noble bloodline.

Over time, these "performing arts" he once disdained became indispensable in his life, and eventually turned into a habit.

He took a sip of wine, smiled, looked at Scarlett Yates, and said, "There’s nothing wrong with girls having a little red wine, just one glass, you won’t get drunk."

Just one glass of red wine, Scarlett certainly wouldn’t get drunk.

But this glass was prepared by Maxwell Saxon, how could she dare drink it?

Who knows if he mixed something in the wine, waiting for her to pass out and do something indecent.

Previously, she wouldn’t have questioned his character like this.

But now, in Scarlett’s mind, Maxwell Saxon had no character left to speak of.

He’s a madman.

His mind is already abnormal, what could he be incapable of doing?

Since he declared he wanted to have her, it’s likely he would resort to any despicable means, even though he agreed to give her two days to consider, he could always go back on his words.

"I hate drinking." She rejected once more, and as she said this, her brows furrowed, with a disgusted expression, as if she truly hated alcohol.

"Oh? I remember you weren’t like this as a child."

Here we go again...

Every time he was alone with her, he liked to bring up past events.

Is his brain really damaged by something?

She had said countless times she didn’t remember the past, yet he insisted on revisiting it with her.

Was this amusing to him?

Scarlett felt extremely infuriated inside, and her tone became quite unpleasant, with a cold face, she rudely said, "Honestly, I was quite interested in my childhood memories, but after hearing you talk so much, I really don’t want to know at all now. I’m glad I don’t remember anything. I wonder, how could I have been so annoying, to have attracted someone like you?"