<h4>Chapter 855: Chapter 855: What Do You Want Me to Do for You?</h4>


    He still came.


    Scarlett Yates had been waiting for him, and though she was feeling terribly ufortable, she managed to crack a smile.


    She had her reasons for tormenting herself like this.


    She wanted to test how much Maxwell Saxon cared about her.


    This man was incredibly good at hiding his feelings, so she had to use this method to probe him.


    The extent of his concern would determine if she had any leverage to negotiate with him.


    At noon, for the first time, she actively asked Sister-inw Chapman to call him, even then, she was already testing him.


    The result of the test came quickly;pared to her, thepany’s matters were clearly more important.


    He did not drop everything immediately toe see her.


    But that was when she was perfectly healthy; if she suddenly fell ill, and quite seriously at that, would he prioritize thepany or her then?


    Scarlett Yates now knew the answer.


    Because Maxwell Saxon showed up, and he arrived even faster than she had anticipated.


    It turned out she still held some importance in his heart, so all her efforts weren’t in vain.


    "I thought you wouldn’te." Scarlett Yates lifted her head, her parched lips cracked a bit as she tried to smile at him, looking listless.


    Her face was as pale as paper, her head powerlessly resting on her curled-up knees, perhaps herplexion was so white it made her eyes seem darker than usual.


    She blinked a couple of times, her pitch-ck eyes staring steadily at him: "Did youe to persuade me to see a doctor?"


    "Why are you doing this to your own body?" Maxwell Saxon’s repressed anger vanished upon seeing her, as he pursed his lips and sat down by the bed, hisrge hand reaching for her face, feeling her forehead.


    The skin he touched was scorching hot.


    Yet her body trembled, her lips quivering, and her intense eyes gazed at him innocently.


    He was helpless and pained: "You’ve got such a high fever, why don’t you let the doctor give you an antipyretic injection? Do you know what the consequences of a prolonged high fever are?"


    Scarlett Yates blinked: "I know."


    "I know you don’t want to stay here all the time, but I can’t let you leave just yet." He gathered her shivering body into his embrace.


    Scarlett had no strength to push him away.


    Her head was groggy, hurt badly, she couldn’t even see Maxwell Saxon’s face properly from such a close distance, and she had no strength left in her at all.


    This high fever wasn’t something she faked.


    Maxwell Saxon was very smart; if she didn’t genuinely make herself sick, she couldn’t fool him just by acting.


    "If you’re really feeling cooped up, I can arrange for a few people to apany you out for a walk, or you can vent your anger on me in whatever way you want, but don’t do this to your body."


    Perhaps it was because of the high fever, but not only could she not see people clearly, even his voice didn’t sound the same as usual.


    Maxwell Saxon’s voice was so tender, it seemed as if he was whispering sweet nothings in her ear.


    "Scarlett, stop throwing a tantrum, I’ll go get a doctor to look at you."


    "Maxwell Saxon." Scarlett Yates clutched at his sleeve, her breathing was heavy, the air she exhaled was scorching hot, taking a few deep breaths, she finally said in a hoarse voice, "I can see a doctor, but you must promise me one thing."


    Maxwell Saxon was taken aback for a moment, but then quickly smiled and said, "What do you want me to do for you?"