<h4>Chapter 723: Chapter 723: He Guards Her</h4>


    However, the worry is that once the Young Master falls for someone, he genuinely ces that person in his heart. With this newfound warmth and concern, can he still be as decisive and resolute in his actions as before?


    Most importantly, this woman doesn’t need to bring him any benefits, but she absolutely must not drag him down.


    Scarlett Yates is not obedient at all.


    Matthew Saxon had grabbed her hand, leaving her unable to do as she pleased. She frowned and started crying discontentedly, "Maxwell Saxon, you liar, hypocrite! I’m feeling so awful, and yet you’re still deceiving me?"


    He clearly said that soon she wouldn’t feel this awful anymore.


    But so much time had passed, why does she still feel extremely ufortable?


    Why does she still feel like there’s a fire burning inside her?


    "I promise, this time it’s real, we’ve arrived at the hospital. I’ll take you to see the doctor right away," Maxwell Saxon felt helpless for the first time.


    He certainly knew what the quickest solution was.


    Of course, he wanted her too.


    But he couldn’t do that.


    Scarlett Yates’s current irrational behavior was because she had been tormented to the point of losing her sanity.


    If he truly disregarded everything and took her, once she regained her rity, she would undoubtedly hate him.


    This was not the oue he wanted to see.


    He wanted her, but not under such abnormal circumstances. One day, he would make sure she willingly followed him.


    By then, he could have her without any reservations.


    Uncle Thompson opened the car door.


    Matthew Saxon carried the continuously sobbing Scarlett Yates out of the car,


    Her clothes were drenched in sweat, and Maxwell Saxon removed his coat and draped it over her.


    As soon as it was on, Scarlett Yates flung it off onto the ground.


    This damn man, is he out of his mind? She was scorching hot, and yet he’s covering her with some ridiculous coat.


    The suit jacketnded on the ground; Uncle Thompson hurriedly picked it up. Maxwell Saxon grabbed Scarlett Yates’s restless hands and covered her with his coat once more.


    Her clothes were soaked through with sweat, the thin garment clinging to her body.


    Maxwell Saxon did not want anyone else to see her like this.


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    Scarlett Yates fully recovered her consciousness in the middle of the night.


    She heard a rattling sound, like it was someone typing on a keyboard.


    She turned her head and saw Maxwell Saxon sitting beside her.


    The typing noise wasing from him; he had ced hisptop on a cab nearby, with a stack of thick documents next to it.


    Scarlett Yates was receiving an IV drip, with one bottle still unfinished. Matthew Saxon stayed close by.


    There was so much work to do at thepany that he usually had to work overtime. Lately, with his heart preupied, he no longer devoted all his time to business affairs, no matter how busy he was, he would find some time to meet Scarlett Yates.


    At first, he didn’t intend to follow her; he originally wanted to ask her out for a meal, but she seemed to already have ns.


    While she was on the phone, he was standing not far away, but she didn’t notice him.


    He overheard her conversation with Ang and realized she was going on a blind date. Amused and annoyed, he couldn’t resist quietly trailing her, wanting to see what kind of person her blind date was.


    Later, he saw her enter a restaurant.


    He was about to drive closer and get out to take a look when he noticed Matthew Saxon’s car parked outside the restaurant.