<h4>Chapter 456: Chapter 456: Want toe over and lend a hand?</h4>


    Scarlett Yates specifically chose toe over when the other employees were at work.


    She was well aware of Matthew Saxon’s allure. If those women discovered him, it would surely cause amotion again...


    Saint Mercy’s employee dormitory is very beautiful — four bedrooms, two living rooms, fully equipped, akin to an upscale apartment.


    For Scarlett Yates, such a dormitory was already really, really good. Compared to the student dormitory she used to live in at Saint Mercy, the conditions were far worse than they are now.


    With such living conditions, this dormitory could be considered quite good throughout A City.


    She was extremely satisfied here, but someone kept nitpicking everything. She endured it for a long time before finally snapping. Hanging the clothes in the wardrobe, she turned around, frowned, and said, "Didn’t you tell Uncle Saxon that Saint Mercy had great amodation?"


    Matthew Saxon, hands in his pockets,zily walked to the window and opened it fully, "Wasn’t that just to get Dad to agree to let you move back? If I said it was bad, would he let you stay here with peace of mind?"


    "I think it’s great here." He had no idea that,pared to the ces she had lived before, the amodations here were already exceptionally good.


    Of course, if he insisted onparing a hospital dormitory to the Saxon Family’s luxurious mansion, they were iparable.


    For a rich kid ustomed to living in a grand mansion, he truly didn’tprehend ordinary people’s living standards.


    "You said there were four people living here before?" Matthew Saxon asked, frowning slightly.


    Such a small ce, like a birdcage, seemed small for even one person to live in, yet there were actually four people living here.


    "Yeah, one person per bedroom. They should all be at work now." Having finally tidied up everything from the suitcase, Scarlett Yates closed the wardrobe and, noticing how dirty the floor and furniture surfaces were, turned and walked out.


    The ce hadn’t been cleaned for a month, and it needed a thorough cleaning.


    She walked to the door and heard Matthew Saxon behind her ask, "Where are you going?"


    "I’m going to clean the room. Do you want to help out?"


    "I don’t know how." With his hands in his pockets, he slowly turned around, raised an eyebrow, and stood there watching her.


    His tall and upright figure stood elegantly by the window, exuding a sense of grace and poise.


    A strand of sunlight nted across his shoulder, and his face, shrouded in shadow, was sharply defined, his features deep-set and strikingly handsome, with azy smile in his eyes.


    "You can learn." Scarlett Yates considered herself someone who could resist the allure of good looks. She had looked at someone as stunning as Henry Dales for three years, and she had developed quite an immunity to handsome men. But all that hard-won immunity seemed to fail in the presence of Matthew Saxon.


    For a moment, her heart pounded as if it were about to leap out of her chest.


    "Scarlett, I’m tired," he said, rubbing his temple with one hand, appearing genuinely exhausted.


    Clearly, he was toozy to move. Scarlett Yates rolled her eyes at him in disdain but didn’t force him. She pursed her lips and said, "Just find a ce to sit. I’m going to be busy for a while. If you get bored, feel free to leave. You don’t have to keep mepany."


    Someone like Matthew Saxon, who was pampered from a young age, never even lifted a finger for manual work. She had casually asked, not really expecting him to help at all.