<h4>Chapter 270: Chapter 270: Let’s Call Each Other Sisters from Now On</h4>


    Because all the women who fall for Matthew Saxon end up being heartlessly discarded by him, have they foreseen that they will also be abandoned in the future?


    She pretended not to see anything, curled her lips, and said with a smile, "So, does that mean women who fall for Young Master Simmons have it a lot better?"


    Knox Simmons chuckled, "I never have the heart to hurt beautiful women. Everyone gets together willingly, and separating is always a happy parting. Tell me, with a lover like me, why do those women end up taking arge sum of money from me and then throw themselves into his arms, going crazy for him?"


    He touched his face, grumbling, "Am I still not better than that cold, heartless guy?"


    Those seductive, slender Peach Blossom Eyes were filled with dissatisfied usations, as if they were brimming with tears. If he weren’t a man, he would certainly be quite the picture of frail beauty right now.


    Although this face was attractive, Scarlett Yates never had much fondness for this kind of feminine beauty.


    She couldn’t help but take a jab at him, "I think I might know why they do that."


    Knox’s eyes fixed on her eagerly, "You know?"


    Scarlett squinted, scrutinized his face for a moment, and mocked, "It’s probably because looking at a face that resembles a woman’s gives the feeling of staring at the same sex, so..."


    "Young Master Simmons, I hope what I said didn’t hurt your ego?"


    Knox’s expression turned rigid.


    After a long pause, he finally twitched his lips and asked, "Do you feel the same way when you’re with me?"


    Scarlett nodded without hesitation, "Young Master Simmons, actually, the first time I saw you, I thought you looked really familiar."


    This was a line he had once used to strike up a conversation with her.


    Knox was momentarily stunned, and after thinking carefully, since they hadn’t met before, he couldn’t help but ask, "Oh? Do I look like someone you know?"


    Scarlett nodded earnestly, "Yes, Young Master Simmons resembles the school belle from my high school days."


    School belle?


    Isn’t a school belle supposed to be a woman?


    Knox’s face became even more unsightly. He always prided himself on his unmatched charm; he never expected to be seen as a woman.


    To him, this was a monumental humiliation.


    Just as his face turned livid with anger, a thought suddenly struck his mind.


    The Simmons Family’s young master suddenly smiled again, his expression changing as quickly as the weather.


    He concealed the gleam in his eyes and wore a gentle smile on his lips, "Scarlett, do I really look like that school belle?"


    "Yes, very much."


    "So, in your eyes, I’m no different from a woman?"


    Scarlett only wanted to get rid of him, thinking that after such a blow, he wouldn’t cling to her anymore, so she nodded again, "Exactly."


    Knox curved his lips into a smile, pped the table with a "pop!", "Alright, in that case, why don’t we refer to each other as sisters from now on."


    "Cough, cough, cough..."


    "What, what did you say?" Scarlett was taken aback.


    Knox narrowed his slender Peach Blossom Eyes, raised an eyebrow flirtatiously, and smiled charmingly, "The first time I saw you, Scarlett, I felt a fondness for you, it’s great to have a cute little sister like you."


    "Since in your eyes I’m no different from a woman, what’s there for Scarlett to worry about?"


    "Are you crazy?" Scarlett stared at him incredulously.


    He’s a full-grown man, and he really wants to be her sister?