Chapter 529
Stella sighed again, looking at her seriously and said, “Scarlett, do you regret it p>
“Regret?” Scarlett Yates shook her head in confusion, “I don’t know either p>
“Then you truly like him, right?” Stella softened her voice and asked again.
Scarlett tilted her head to think about it, and gently nodded.
If she didn’t really like him, why would she be willing to take risks to accept this relationship?
“Scarlett, since you truly like him, don’t give up easily. Actually, I can see that Matthew Saxon likes you too. It’s just that he’s been spoiled by women. Even if you want him to get used to your thoughts and life, you have to give him some time p>
Scarlett Yates remained silent for a long time.
The lights shone on her slightly tipsy face, bringing a hint of confusion and a slight perplexity.
Watching Scarlett Yates drink one glass after another in intentional drunkenness, Stella initially tried to persuade her, but eventually gave up.
Perhaps letting her get thoroughly drunk was not such a bad thing, at least she could vent all her bad emotions while intoxicated.
Scarlett Yates had a poor tolerance for alcohol and soon got drunk, slumping over the bar, softly mumbling to herself. No one could clearly make out what she was saying.
“Scarlett, Scarlett Stella gently nudged her twice.
Scarlett Yates half-opened her confused eyes, looked, and then inexplicably started to laugh.
Stella let out a long sigh and then leaned in closer, whispering, “Should I call Young Master Saxon to come and take you home p>
The one who tied the bell on the tiger must be the one to untie it.
Scarlett Yates, drunk and muddled, didn’t catch what she was saying, continuing her incoherent soliloquy.
Without waiting for her response, Stella thought for a moment, then made the decision herself, planning to make a call to Matthew Saxon.
She was just about to reach for Scarlett Yates’s phone when suddenly she heard a low, clear voice behind her, sounding very pleasant, with a hint of curiosity, calling out, “Miss Yates, is that you p>
“It really is you p>
Stella saw a man approaching, coming directly to Scarlett Yates’s side.
In the dim ambient lighting, the man’s face was as cool as jade, with extraordinarily handsome features, his dark eyes resembling the night.
Stella quickly recognized the man’s identity.
Maxwell Saxon, the eldest young master of the Saxon Family, a man with an excellent public reputation.
“It’s you, Maxwell, Maxwell Saxon.” Surprisingly, even though Scarlett Yates was drunk, she didn’t mistake him for someone else.
She stared at the handsome man beside her with unfocused eyes, drunkenly gazing and reaching out a trembling hand, grinning, “Why are you here too? Come, drink a few with me, we won’t leave until we’re drunk p>
Her hand clutched onto Maxwell Saxon’s sleeve.
She held on tightly.
Then she watched as a stain from her hand left a mark on the wrist of Maxwell Saxon’s white shirt.
Maxwell Saxon glanced down, seemingly unfazed, allowing her to hold onto his sleeve, “Miss Yates, are you drunk p>
This was almost a certainty.
She was already slumped over the table, her cheeks flushed red as if they were engorged.
Scarlett Yates didn’t hear what he was saying at all, just giggled at him, shaking his arm incessantly, “I, I have a great tolerance for alcohol, I can drink a lot more, will you drink with me p>
“You’re drunk; I’ll take you home.” Maxwell Saxon quickly judged that Scarlett Yates was very drunk. He gently took hold of her hand, applied a little force, and pulled her into his embrace.