<h4>Chapter 531: Chapter 531: How Can You Not Remember Me?</h4>


    A slightly defiant voice said, "But the Young Master has never brought Miss Green here before."


    "The Young Master is here, everyone stop talking."


    The group quickly dispersed and uniformly turned to respectfully greet the approaching person, "Young Master."


    Maxwell Saxon stepped outside the door, "Are you ready?"


    "Yes, Young Master."


    He nodded, pushed open the half-closed door, and walked in.


    Scarlett Yates had already changed her clothes, into a clean white nightgown, andy on the bed with a thin nket.


    There was only a tablemp lit in the room, and in the soft light, she was curled up like a baby, showing half of her fair and graceful cheek.


    Maxwell Saxon walked to the bedside.


    She was in deep sleep, her cheeks as rosy as apples, her glossy ck hair messy on the pillow like soft satin, making one want to touch it.


    When Maxwell Saxon thought of this, his hand had already fallen on Scarlett Yates’s head, holding a handful of her hair, gently stroking it, indeed as soft and smooth as satin.


    He still remembered her looking malnourished as a child, her hair always a messy, yellow, dry tangle like a bunch of straw.


    Compared to the little girl in his memory, she had changed a lot indeed.


    She had changed so much that when he first saw her, he didn’t recognize her.


    "How could you not remember me?" Maxwell Saxon sighed with some regret, gazing deeply at her peaceful sleeping face.


    Suddenly, a phone ringtone shattered the quiet.


    The ringtone came from Scarlett Yates’s handbag.


    Maxwell Saxon initially didn’t n to pay attention to it, but the ringtone kept on without stopping, as if it wouldn’t hang up unless Scarlett Yates answered it.


    Maxwell Saxon frowned slightly, hesitated for a few seconds, then picked up the bag on the bedside and took out her phone.


    When he looked down and saw the constantly shing name on the screen, he paused for a moment, a faint smile forming on his lips, and then answered the call.


    "Scarlett, where have you been? Why haven’t you returned to the dormitory yet?" A voice filled with anger came through clearly once the call was connected.


    "Do you know what time it is now? It’s dangerous for a girl to be out thiste, don’t you know that the security in A City hasn’t been goodtely? It’s risky for women to linger outside alone at night."


    "Are you still mad at me? I admit I wasn’t in a good mood then and got angry at you, you..."


    "Matthew, she’s drunk and already asleep. Whatever you need to say to her, you’ll have to wait until she sobers up." Maxwell Saxon’s eyes flickered with a hint of amusement as he gently interrupted Matthew.


    Interesting, truly interesting.


    So even his carefree and romantic younger brother knows how to care for someone.


    The recent angry questioning was genuinely full of concern and worry, which even surprised him.


    A few seconds of silence.


    "How did her phone end up with you?" Matthew sounded a bit surprised, his tone instantly turning colder.


    Maxwell Saxon chuckled lightly, "She was drunk when I saw her, so I brought her back."


    "Did you take her home?"


    "I brought her to where I usually rest. Matthew, don’t worry, I’ll have someone take good care of her."


    Matthew coldlyughed, "My woman doesn’t need your trouble, I’ll pick her up right away."