Chapter 726

She always felt that once she let down all her guards and fully accepted Maxwell Saxon, getting to know him like welcoming a new friend and understanding him, she might very well fall into the trap he set.

Although she still didn’t know exactly what he planned.

But to make her believe that Maxwell Saxon was approaching her just because he liked her, she wouldn’t believe it.

Even if it was her being overly cautious.

She had no choice but to be wary of such a scheming man, fearing that once she chose to trust him, she would fall into his trap.

Yet he really didn’t seem like a bad person.

If he were a bad person, then this kind of bad person had saved her three times already.

Compared with the unknown risks, he shielded her from the immediate dangers.

How exactly should she get along with this man? It seemed to have become a headache-inducing problem for her.

Outside the room, familiar footsteps sounded.

Scarlett Yates stopped her wild thoughts, looked up, and saw Maxwell Saxon come back with several bags of food.

His speed was indeed fast.

From leaving to bringing back food took only fifteen minutes.

When she had just woken up, she didn’t dare to look at him, so it wasn’t until now that she realized Maxwell seemed a bit different from usual.

Normally, he was always in formal suits, dressed impeccably, but today he wore a dark green light sweater with a Scottish plaid shirt underneath.

A color like dark green generally makes one look older, but if worn well, it can especially enhance one’s temperament.

Maxwell belonged to the latter category.

Such a dull color, when worn by him, made him look several years younger, especially with that shirt underneath, whose fresh plaid exuded a youthful vibe.

This Maxwell Saxon indeed looked quite different from usual.

How to put it, if the formally dressed person seemed more like a noble and elegant heir of a wealthy family, then now he looked like a big brother from next door.

He no longer appeared so high and unreachable, nor so cold and aloof.

Scarlett Yates’s expression was a bit confused.

There was a hint of doubt in her eyes; just now, for a moment, she felt as if she had seen Maxwell Saxon somewhere before.

Of course, it wasn’t the first time she and Matthew Saxon had met; they had already met many times.

But that déjà vu feeling just now seemed to come from a long, long time ago.

It was as if, a long time ago, perhaps when she was still a child, she knew Maxwell Saxon.

“See if there’s anything you like to eat,” Maxwell Saxon walked over with a smile, placing the large bag he held onto the table.

After taking out the food he bought one by one, he actually filled the whole table.

This quantity, let alone two people, even four people eating would be enough.

Scarlett Yates looked towards the table, seeing stir-fried noodles with fried dumplings, soup-filled buns, and fried rice among the abundance of food.

After setting everything up, Maxwell handed her a pair of chopsticks: “Try it, it seems to taste pretty good p>

The freshly bought food still emitted an enticing warmth.

The aroma of the food wafted into Scarlett Yates’s nose, making her swallow hungrily.

Her stomach had long been hungry, and now smelling the fragrance of the food made her even hungrier.

She didn’t bother being courteous with Maxwell Saxon, took the chopsticks from his hand, said thanks, and buried herself in eating.