<h4>Chapter 390: Chapter 390: A Foul Smell About to Go Bad</h4>


    He was much gentler, and much more considerate.


    She felt a bit overwhelmed by the unexpected favor.


    This wealthy young master, ustomed to being served, was caring for her.


    To be honest, she was reallycking ambition.


    The other party simply poured her two sses of water and helped her drink them, yet she felt overwhelmed with his favor.


    It showed how harshly she was "mistreated" by him regrly.


    So much so that this small kindness made her extremely grateful.


    But such a thing would be ordinary andmon for others, yet with Matthew Saxon, she couldn’t help but be surprised.


    She had thought that someone like him wouldn’t know how to take care of others.


    Someone ustomed to being served and taking it for granted, could someone growing up in such an environment know how to care for others?


    When Matthew Saxon turned around with a cup in his hand, this was the scene he saw.


    Scarlett Yates, with disheveled hair, was leaning on the bed, her body turned sideways to him. Her little face was pale and gaunt, like she hadn’t eaten for days and nights, looking listless, but her dark eyes were especially bright, like ss beads. Her bright eyes were staring at him, without blinking, with a hint of confusion, surprise, and bewilderment, her gazeplex, as if wanting to speak but holding back.


    He walked over and bent down to smile at her, teasingly saying, "Scarlett Yates, I know I’m very charming and you’ve fallen for me, but you don’t have to keep looking at me with such a mesmerized gaze; there’s plenty of time to look at me in the future."


    Scarlett Yates red at him guiltily, "Who’s fallen for you, Young Master? Can you stop being so narcissistic?"


    "Oh? Then what are you looking at? Did someone write something on my face?" Matthew Saxon sat down, his narrow eyes bending slightly, his smile really resembling a fox.


    She suddenly thought of the fox in her dream, it smiled just like Matthew Saxon does now.


    "It’s rare to see the Young Master in a disheveled state, of course, I have to take a good look at you."


    "Do you find it sexy, manly?" Matthew Saxon touched the stubble on his chin and teased with a curl of his lips.


    "I don’t see the manliness, but there’s a smell on Young Master that seems about to go sour."


    "Oh." Matthew Saxon curled his lips indifferently, looked at her with profound meaning and said, "Well, I, a person with a sour smell, match you, a person with a moldy smell, quite well."


    He has always had a cleanliness obsession.


    He must take a shower twice a day, morning and evening.


    This habit is unshakable, and has been for more than twenty years.


    But in the recent days, Scarlett Yates has been in aa, he didn’t pay much attention to such matters.


    He didn’t really notice this point himself, it was only after Scarlett Yates mentioned it did he realize he hadn’t bathed for two days.


    Which, in the past, was almost impossible.


    He couldn’t bear even one day without a shower.


    Realizing this, Matthew Saxon’s mood suddenly became a bitplicated.


    He never believed in love and vowed never to let himself be burdened by emotions.


    Love, for him, was a terrifying and uninteresting thing; he has seen his group of Fox and Hound Allies be ghostly for the so-called absurd love.


    Once so sessful and ambitious, touched by love, they seemed to bepletely different people, showing that love is nothing good.