Chapter 87

For Scarlett Yates, aside from the first day when she went hungry, the following days at the Saxon Family have been quite enjoyable.

With Roy Saxon’s official announcement, everyone in the Saxon Family knew she was the daughter-in-law agreed upon decades ago by Roy Saxon, destined to become their Young Madam, and their attitudes towards her were extremely attentive.

Of course, this did not include Matthew Saxon and May Denton.

Matthew Saxon’s temper was still as foul as ever, sometimes good, sometimes bad, unpredictable and hard to understand.

May Denton showed hostility towards her from the beginning, and this hostility intensified the moment Roy Saxon officially acknowledged her identity.

If looks could kill, she would have died at May Denton’s hands thousands of times.

The Saxon family’s gathering time.

It is said that, on this day, no one in the Saxon family can be absent.

Scarlett Yates, as Roy Saxon’s selected daughter-in-law, was also named to join in.

The kitchen had been preparing for this family gathering since yesterday.

An hour before lunch.

Roy Saxon was staying in the chess room, accompanied by Maxwell Saxon playing chess.

May Denton personally took to the kitchen to prepare a few dishes she recently learned for Roy Saxon.

The sound of flowing water could be heard from the bathroom, as Scarlett Yates, annoyed, kept glancing at the bathroom.

How long is this person going to take? It’s been half an hour for just a bath.

She remembered that Matthew Saxon, due to his cleanliness obsession, would bathe twice a day. Under such circumstances, it was indeed peculiar that he could stay in the bathroom for half an hour.

Just as her patience was about to run out, the bathroom door suddenly opened with a click.

“Come here.” In the white mist, Matthew Saxon emerged in a bathrobe, leaning lazily against the door and looking at her.

Behind him seemed like a stretch of white mist.

His long, narrow eyes seemed to be misted, with a glittering light flashing within them.

His legs had mostly healed, allowing him to no longer rely on a wheelchair, but the muscles that had been cut hadn’t fully recovered yet, making his walking speed much slower than normal.

As Matthew Saxon’s nominal girlfriend and caretaker, even though Scarlett Yates was unwilling, she still slowly walked over to support him.

He leaned almost half his body weight on her, forcing her to tightly grasp his arm and press her body completely against his, barely steadying her steps.

The warmth of the hot water still lingered on the surface of his skin. As they were close, that warmth seemed to brush against her skin.

Her body stiffened briefly, an indescribable feeling stirring within her, as she was not accustomed to such contact.

Although he was her supposed patient out of duty, they were practically bound by work.

But when it came to Matthew Saxon, she really couldn’t treat him merely as a patient.

He was her supposed patient, also her supposed boyfriend, even her fiancé.

Moreover, he was a man of extraordinary beauty—such men naturally possess a fatal attraction to women.

With this thought in mind, she couldn’t help but turn her head to secretly glance at him.

His hair was still wet, drops of water trickled down from his forehead, slowly landing on those enchanting Peach Blossom Eyes.

His handsome features were as flawless as those in a painting, perfect to the point of lacking any blemish.

Tsk tsk, no matter how you look at it, it’s a delightfully pleasing scene.

Even Scarlett Yates, with all her self-control, couldn’t completely ignore the “beautiful view” right before her eyes.