<h4>Chapter 225: Chapter 225 Love the house and its crow, care for her more</h4>
Scarlett Yates’s attempt to call him Grandpa was forcibly swallowed back down.
It seemed she was not very well received.
For a moment, she could only remain silent, unsure of how to address him.
"It’s just a matter of time, Grandpa. There’s no need to be so particr."
Matthew Saxonughed nonchntly as he led her over, ignoring the other’s cold words, and said with a smile, "Just now, I was telling Scarlett that Grandpa is a very easygoing person. Please don’t give her a hard time right off the bat. She’s your future granddaughter-inw, Grandpa. At least for my sake, don’t frighten her."
"You little rascal."
Ian Dous’s face darkened as he said sternly, "When did Grandpa give her a hard time? With you saying that, you make me out to be the viin. Do you have to sow discord like that, grandson?"
As they got closer, Scarlett finally saw the middle-aged man’s face head-on.
Earlier, just catching his profile, she felt he looked a lot like Matthew Saxon. Now that she saw the front, they were even more simr.
Their eyes, nose, and mouth seemed to be carved from the same mold.
Seeing the middle-aged man’s appearance clearly, Scarlett found it even more astonishing.
This man, who’s already a grandparent, really looked exceedingly young.
Evenpared to Roy Saxon, he looked at most five or six years older than Roy.
The most crucial thing was this man had the same Peach Blossom Eyes as Matthew Saxon, long and narrow, with deep dark pupils that were captivating.
Especially at his age, the years of experience and wisdom made his charming eyes even more alluring, exuding an irresistible charm.
It’s truly bewitching.
No wonder Matthew Saxon turned out to look so devastatingly attractive, with such an extraordinarily captivating grandfather; how could the genes not be good?
"Grandpa is definitely not a viin."
Matthew curled his lips into a smile and turned his head to look at Scarlett, saying, "It’s just that Scarlett is timid. If Grandpa keeps a stern face, she’ll be scared. Since Grandpa cares for me, please, for my sake, care for her as well."
Ian Dous red at his beloved grandson, "Two years without seeing you, you’re still such a little rascal, constantly going on about your woman. People say daughters married off are like water thrown out. You haven’t even married yet, and you’re already acting like a married daughter, siding with outsiders."
Then, he turned a re at Scarlett Yates, "Girl Yates, tell me, when did I give you a hard time?"
The conversation between the grandparent and grandson gradually shifted to focus on her.
Realizing that Ian Dous was directing a question at her, Scarlett dared not hesitate. Without thinking, she immediately replied, "I believe this must be a misunderstanding. Matthew must have misjudged. You didn’t give me a hard time."
Even though she did indeed feel a bit of intimidation from Ian Dous earlier, she would never admit it.
She wasn’t tired of living just yet.
The man smilingly gazing at her now, though seemingly approachable, she wasn’t foolish enough to mistake his politeness for friendliness.
She knew a little about Madam Saxon’s family’s influence.
Those who could be in alliance through marriage with the Saxon Family were naturally families of equally high status.
Matthew Saxon’ste mother, Naomi Dou, was a famously beautiful woman back in her day.
If this were ancient times, Naomi Dou would have been seen as the perfect woman, skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She was also the ideal wife every man dreamed of having.
It’s said that although Naomi Dou came from a prestigious family, she wasn’t arrogant or haughty like many other socialites. On the contrary, despite her noble birth, stunning appearance, and exceptional talent, she was known for her great temperament.
Describing her as gentle as water would not be an exaggeration at all.