<h4>Chapter 252: Chapter 252: Second Young Master, do you really want me to say it?</h4>


    The woman tilted her head, her lips as red as roses, her alluring eyes like silk, leaning close in front of Matthew Saxon, looking even more delectable than the food gripped by the chopsticks.


    How could any man resist food delivered to his mouth by such a beauty?


    Scarlett Yates’ gaze involuntarily fell on Matthew Saxon’s lips.


    The thin, sexy, yet merciless lips moved slightly, but he didn’t eat the food the beauty offered as she had anticipated.


    He pushed it away with his hand, giving no face to the beautiful woman’s offering.


    His long, slender eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp gleam shed quickly in his eyes, not looking at the enticing beauty before him, but instead using his flirtatious Peach Blossom Eyes to look at her.


    The smile in his eyes carried deep meaning, and the look he fixed on her contained a profound significance, as if he had already seen through everything.


    The amusement in those eyes seemed to tell her that all her little actions behind his back had been clearly observed by him.


    "Scarlett, why don’t you tell them what kind of rtionship we have, hmm?"


    As he spoke, he moved slightly, slowly sitting up.


    It was like he had just woken up from a dream,zily stifling a yawn behind his hand.


    The women around him, hearing him say this, all simultaneously directed their gaze toward Scarlett Yates, eager to hear what they most wanted to know from her mouth.


    Matthew Saxon watched Scarlett Yates as well, curling his lips, waiting for her answer.


    Scarlett Yates looked at him for a long moment, then suddenly a faint smile appeared on her lips, "Young Master, are you sure you want me to say it?"


    Matthew Saxon nodded with a smile.


    Scarlett Yates took a deep breath, her expression turned serious, biting her lip as if she were very uneasy, "Young Master, since you want me to say it, I have nothing to hide."


    All the women widened their eyes simultaneously, waiting for the answer.


    Scarlett Yates looked at the one man and three women in front of her, first sighing deeply, then said with a smile, "Ladies, you really overestimated me just now. With Young Master’s noble status, how would I dare to im any kinship with him? I’m just a little nurse, responsible for apanying him and taking care of his daily life."


    "A nurse?"


    Scarlett Yates nodded, "Yes."


    From some perspectives, she wasn’t lying; she was indeed the little nurse by Matthew Saxon’s side.


    To this answer, Matthew Saxon did not make a sound, which, in the eyes of others, was considered a tacit agreement.


    But this answer didn’t ease their concerns; having such a pretty little nurse by Matthew Saxon’s side was not a good thing.


    This little nurse might just end up taking her protection duty to the bed.


    These days, any woman with some looks would surely seize every opportunity to climb up.


    Previously thinking she was a rtive of Matthew Saxon, the women’s attitude was rtively warm, but upon hearing the two weren’t rtives, their gazes became much sharper, and considerable hostility was revealed in their eyes.


    One woman stared at Scarlett Yates with a spiteful look for a few seconds, half-skeptical, "Young Master Saxon is now in good health, perfectly healthy, why would he still need a nurse?"


    "Well..."


    Scarlett Yates rolled her eyes, "Young Master, you had a car ident a while back, which caused issues with your reproductive system’s functioning. Although it appears no different from a normal person, in this period he must carry a urine bag around, and until he fully recovers, of course, I have to take care of him."