<h4>Chapter 678: Chapter 678: How did you end up together!</h4>


    Roy Saxon likes her mother, Naomi Dou, or is Naomi suffering from depression because of her mother? These are things she absolutely doesn’t want to know.


    The entanglements within wealthy families are tooplicated; she doesn’t want to be dragged into them at all.


    But he insists on not letting her go.


    She really detests him.


    Even if he saved her tonight, it couldn’t change her impression of him.


    "Ninth floor!" She bit her lip, responding reluctantly, as if unless she absolutely had to answer, she wouldn’t even want to speak to him.


    Maxwell Saxon freed a hand to press the floor number.


    The elevator steadily ascended.


    In the cramped space, with each breath, his presence grew more intense.


    Scarlett Yates couldn’t figure out what his scent was like; it was subtle and fleeting, passing by her nose before quickly dissipating.


    She ced a hand on his chest, trying to keep some distance between them.


    She never imagined she would end up in such an inexplicable rtionship with Maxwell Saxon.


    He said he wants to pursue her.


    Hearing this from him was trulyughable and baffling.


    Just because he thought she was the little girl who gave him the wooden carving, does he have to pursue her?


    Then why, during her time with the Saxon Family, did he maintain such a distant attitude,pletely unlike someone who supposedly knows her from long ago?


    Ding—


    Amidst her chaotic thoughts, the elevator reached her floor.


    Maxwell Saxon carried her out.


    Scarlett Yates took out her keys from her bag.


    Her keys had a little bell hanging from them, which rang crisp and melodious as she took them out.


    She was just about to open the door, aligning the key with the lock, when suddenly, the door swung open with a creak.


    She froze, her hand still in the posture of opening the door, slowly raising her head.


    The person in the room was equally stunned, first looking at her, then at Maxwell Saxon who was holding her, followed by a surprise widened cat-like eyes: "You, you two..."


    Maxwell Saxon, seeing the woman standing by the door, also paused, his gaze slightly moved, but quickly returned to normal.


    Ang stared nkly at the two for a while, reached up and peeled off her face mask, ring at Maxwell Saxon with her wet face: "Maxwell Saxon, so Scarlett is with you."


    "Excuse me." Compared to her surprise, Maxwell Saxon remained indifferent, carrying Scarlett Yates straight into the room.


    "Hey, wait, how did you end up together!" Ang followed behind the two carrying her face mask, which she had just applied for less than a minute, her face still showing a look of shock.


    Maxwell Saxon turned his head expressionlessly to her: "Slippers."


    "Hey, don’t you know to get them yourself?" Ang pouted discontentedly.


    Maxwell Saxon furrowed his brows, speaking again: "Slippers."


    "I’m not your servant; if you want slippers, get them yourself." He furrowed his brows, and Ang instantly felt a bit intimidated, although sheined, amid his furrowing brows once again, she rather spinelessly took out two pairs of women’s slippers from the shoe cab.


    Matthew Saxon is a guycking humanity, and his brother, this smiling tiger, is no better; both brothers are not to be messed with by a weak girl like her.


    Both pairs of slippers were pink and noticeably small.


    Ang looked at Maxwell Saxon’s tightly furrowed handsome brows, smiled mischievously with a slightly vengeful attitude: "There are no men here, so only women’s slippers are avable. Young Master, you’ll have to make do."