Chapter 737
There are a lot of people on the bus.
After boarding, the only available seat was in the last row.
Scarlett Yates went over and sat down, and Maxwell Saxon followed closely behind her like a shadow, standing next to her seat.
Scarlett initially thought someone like him, who was always surrounded by luxury cars, would be uncomfortable on a bus. Maybe he’d want to get off after a few minutes.
But Scarlett was wrong again.
Since getting on, Maxwell quietly stood beside her. The bus was a bit old, crowded, and the air wasn’t circulating well. Occasionally, strange smells wafted through from various directions.
Even Scarlett couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose, but Maxwell didn’t show any sign of disdain, not even a slight frown.
He stood there quietly, head turned towards the window, with a calm and composed look, as if he was enjoying the scenery instead of being on a crowded bus.
Because he was so tall, he had to lower his head to maintain that posture, which must have been quite uncomfortable.
Scarlett thought this guy must be crazy.
He refused to sit in his Lamborghini, yet insisted on squeezing into the bus with her.
Does he think this would move her and make her accept him as his woman?
She had repeatedly made her stance clear, yet he stubbornly continued doing these pointless things.
Scarlett thought with some irritation, let him do whatever he wants; she was determined that no matter what he did, she would never accept him.
Everything he did was a mere waste of time and energy. If he didn’t care, then why should she!
With this in mind, Scarlett turned her head and closed her eyes, refusing to look at him.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Scarlett had fallen into a light sleep when she was awakened by a peculiar voice, altered due to being excessively suppressed.
Upon opening her eyes, she saw that more people had boarded the bus, most of them women.
At some point, the man standing next to her had become a striking sight in the bus cabin.
Almost all the women on the bus were secretly gazing at him, discussing him.
“That man is so handsome p>
“Absolutely stunning, with such a prominent nose, and lips so sensual, eyes as deep as the ocean. Oh my, could he be a celebrity, shooting a reality show or something p>
“Doesn’t look like a celebrity. If he was, he’d be widely recognized with a face like that. Plus, his aura is better than any star’s. Just look at his clothes, they seem to be custom-made by Brand X, which isn’t attainable even if you have money; it requires a certain status. And the wallet he just took out, it’s worth at least a six-figure sum p>
“You know so much, so tell me, if he really is some remarkable person, why is he squeezing on the bus with us p>
“How would I know, maybe the rich just want to experience the life of commoners p>
Women seeing a handsome guy are as excited as men seeing a beautiful woman.
Face after blushing face kept glancing towards Maxwell, and in less than a minute, Scarlett could feel the subtlety in the air as everyone started squeezing back.
“Oh my, handsome guy, I’m sorry, accidentally bumped into you.” A woman, who made her way through the crowd to Maxwell, stumbled as if pushed by someone from behind, throwing herself towards Maxwell.