<h4>Chapter 670: Chapter 670: No need to be so polite with me</h4>


    Now, she was fully awake, acutely aware of his strong arm wrapped around her waist, acutely aware of the firm beat of his heart, and the pleasant scent on his shirt.


    It was light, like pine on a snowy day.


    This man’s embrace, like the aura around him, was cool and not exactly warm, yet it made people feel at ease.


    Scarlett Yates’s heart suddenly raced a bit.


    A peculiar feeling started to grow inside her.


    She should have resisted being so close to Maxwell Saxon; she should have hated this man’s embrace.


    But she miserably found that she didn’t feel any aversion.


    On the contrary, she felt a hint of familiarity, as if she had experienced this scene long, long ago.


    The aura surrounding Maxwell Saxon made her feel familiar, inexplicably familiar.


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    At that moment, the doctors had all left, leaving only the ones on duty.


    After registering for the emergency department, Scarlett was attended to by a young female doctor for her foot injury.


    The female doctor blushingly examined Scarlett’s sprained area, then looked up with a flush in her cheeks, looked shyly at Maxwell Saxon, smiled slightly, and spoke in an exceptionally gentle voice: "Thisdy’s condition is an ankle sprain resulting in soft tissue damage and congestion, swelling caused by it. It’s not serious; a few days of topical heat application with ointment should do. But for these few days, normal walking won’t be possible. It’s best to rest at home and avoid movement."


    Maxwell Saxon nodded reassuringly: "Then could you prescribe her some medication, please, doctor?"


    The female doctor’s face reddened further, her face as pink as peach blossoms: "Mr. Saxon, you’re too kind."


    As she spoke, she cast an envious nce at Scarlett Yates.


    This woman’s luck was truly good. Still looking like a young girl, she could have such an outstanding man caring for her.


    Earlier, this noble and cool-tempered man had carefully and gently carried her into the emergency room, looking as if he deeply cared for her.


    Thinking of her own average-looking husband with a bad temper, the female doctor sighed inwardly,menting her unfortunate fate.


    "For the next few days, you shouldn’t go to work."


    With reluctance, the female doctor went to prepare the prescription. Seeing the sweat from pain on Scarlett Yates’s forehead, Maxwell Saxon took out a handkerchief and bent down to wipe the cold sweat off her brow.


    The handkerchief carried his scent.


    The scent drifted to the tip of her nose, making Scarlett Yates’s body stiffen and her heart quiver slightly.


    It felt very strange.


    Ever since Maxwell Saxon mentioned that she was his unforgettable someone from the past, Scarlett felt that the dynamics between them had be strange and could not go back to how it was before.


    And the way he treated her was no longer as appropriately distant as before.


    Clearly, his gestures towards her seemed to be increasingly intimate.


    Although this intimacy was well-controlled and not overly abrupt, Scarlett still felt ufortable with it.


    When Maxwell Saxon once again tried to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, she turned her head slightly, with an expression slightly unnatural, and coughed lightly: "Thank you for today, by the way."


    This man might be profound and scary, but if it weren’t for him today, she didn’t know how miserable she would have been.


    Maxwell Saxon didn’t feel embarrassed when she avoided him; he smiled and naturally put the handkerchief away: "No need to be so polite with me."


    "Why did youe to A City?" Actually, Scarlett wanted to ask why he appeared at the same ce as her at the same time, and especially at the critical moment.