Chapter 752
As she spoke, her fair little arm reached out, completely disregarding whether Maxwell Saxon agreed or not, she pulled him to her side.
Maxwell could have easily avoided or refused.
But his body involuntarily leaned with her pull, then she tugged him to sit beside her.
He was sitting very close, or rather, Scarlett Yates pulled him very tightly.
Half of her body leaned against his, half-reclining on him.
She blinked and smiled at him, “The champagne here tastes pretty good. Can we take two bottles back when we leave p>
“If you really like it, I’ll have someone prepare a few bottles for you.” Maxwell had never left a party with wine from the host, but for her liking, no matter if it’s proper or not, he was willing to do it for her.
“Really?” Scarlett seemed very happy, clapped her hands, and flashed a sweet smile at him, “Maxwell Saxon, you’re so nice p>
Her smile was charming and radiant, when she smiled, the corners of her eyes curved, and her dark, soft eyes shimmered with a gentle light, indescribably lively and playful.
Maxwell’s heart thumped hard, rapidly beating when her smile unfolded.
He turned his head, his gaze fixed on her, with a gentle gleam flickering in his deep, cool eyes.
He saw a long lock of curly hair sliding down her forehead, covering her eyes, and he couldn’t help but reach out to tuck it behind her ear.
When his fingertips lightly touched her soft cheek, he felt her face was burning hot, with a thin layer of warmth seeping through her snowy skin.
Being so close, he caught a whiff of the scent of champagne clinging to her, a faint hint of alcohol, not unpleasant, but rather carrying a sweet, subtle aroma.
Maxwell’s fingers lingered on her warm cheek, his gaze turning darker and deeper: “Whatever you like, anything at all. If you ask for it, it’s yours p>
Scarlett was momentarily stunned.
Though she was a bit tipsy, she could still sense Maxwell’s gaze had changed a little.
There was that look in his eyes again, the one that made her heart flutter, yet made her feel somewhat uneasy.
But now, being slightly drunk, her thoughts were different from when she was in a normal state.
Regularly, she would never dare sit so close to Maxwell Saxon and smile at him like that, or say things like how nice he was.
So, even though she felt a bit uneasy, she didn’t push Maxwell away, just slightly tilted her head to avoid his hand.
“Everything I like, you’ll give me?” She tilted her head, and with a heated mind, joked with him, “What if I like you, will you give yourself to me too p>
She was truly drunk.
Even dared to say such a thing.
Maxwell was taken aback for a few seconds, then his thin lips curved with a light, charming arc: “If you truly like, from now on, I belong to you p>
In his deep eyes, there seemed to be an ocean, fathomless and boundless, staring at her intently, he slowly added, “Only to you alone p>
Whoever said he was indifferent and not capable of sweet talk was utterly wrong.
Scarlett thought this man not only could talk sweetly but did it better than most people.
His sweet words were as sincere as a vow, easily making a woman’s heart flutter.
A handsome man of wealth and power earnestly and sincerely tells you that from now on, he belongs only to you—this kind of temptation is hard to resist, isn’t it?