"Dressed like this, people who know Miss Denton's identity might not think much of it, but those who don't might mistake Miss Denton for a woman of ill repute, and that wouldn't be good."
After speaking, Matthew Saxon seemed not to notice Alexis Denton's face turning beet red with shame and anger, calmly and composedly walked past her.
George couldn't help but silently bemoan his fate.
The Young Master, after making a cutting remark, simply turned away, leaving him to face Alexis Denton's twisted expression.
Alexis Denton trembled with anger, biting her lip fiercely, and her knife-like gaze kept returning to the bowl of porridge on the table, as if it had wronged her deeply, her teeth gritting furiously.
Although Matthew Saxon had said to let him have the porridge, George had no interest at all.
After all, he didn't want to be stared at so viciously while eating; it would completely ruin his appetite.
Moreover, Alexis Denton's porridge was not something to be eaten casually.
