<h4>Chapter 242: Chapter 242: What Does She Count For?</h4>


    As Scarlett Yates was feeling puzzled, he turned his head, and a smile suddenly spread across the previously cold eyes, curling his lips ever so slightly.


    He smiled at her surprised look and said, "Did you eat enough at Grandpa’s house just now?"


    "Hmm?" Scarlett was momentarily stunned, her eyes showing a hint of surprise.


    She had felt that he exuded a cold and aloof aura that warned off strangers, but suddenly he became warm and approachable. The shift was so drastic that Scarlett couldn’t react immediately.


    Once she gradually settled from her surprise, she curiously observed Matthew Saxon’s expression, then seriously thought about it and finally shook her head honestly, softly biting her lip as she said, "No."


    In that atmosphere, no one could focus on eating.


    She ate a little cautiously, not even reaching a third of being full.


    "There’s a good seafood barbecue around here, it’s also a major specialty food of the ind. I haven’t eaten much either, why don’t we get off and eat something to fill our stomachs before going back."


    Although his tone seemed like he was consulting her opinion, before she could respond, he had already opened the car door.


    Scarlett followed him and got out of the car.


    She was still holding the box containing the golden abacus.


    She held it carefully, tightly with both hands, and kept ncing around, her actions clearly conveying to others that she was carrying a very important and valuable sweetie.


    Seeing her overly cautious demeanor, Matthew Saxon couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, the low, pleasantughter resonating from his throat, maic and alluring.


    He narrowed his long phoenix eyes, "Hand the box over to George, if you keep holding it like that, I think someone will soone to rob us."


    Scarlett blushed at his words, realizing she might have been too cautious, but holding such a prized possession—one she couldn’t earn in several lifetimes—how could she not be careful?


    When she handed the box over to George, her eyes followed it all the way, unable to tear her gaze away even after it reached George’s hands.


    Matthew Saxon noted all her little actions, and as George walked away, seeing her still staring dazedly at George’s back, heughed again and raised an eyebrow, "If it’s yours, it will always be yours. No one else can take it away, so stop staring."


    "Cough, cough..." Scarlett blushed again at his teasing, her cheeks seemed to be lightly dusted with blush.


    In truth, it’s not like she could do anything even if she couldn’t bear it.


    Although the golden abacus was forced upon Ian Dous to give her as a greeting gift by Matthew Saxon, she was quite clear-minded, not really believing it was truly hers.


    Ian Dous intended to give it to his real granddaughter-inw.


    What was she then?


    Just someone ying a role alongside Matthew Saxon, having no im to the gifts.


    Even the string of beads Uncle Spencer gave was not something she should have received.


    She had thought, once she left the Dous Family, she would return all the items to him.


    However, while she thought about it, she couldn’t deny her genuine fondness for the golden abacus; when it came time to return it, she would really be reluctant.


    "If you really like that golden abacus, it’s not impossible to give it to you." Matthew Saxon spoke softly, each word clearly and precisely reaching her ears.