Angela looked a bit troubled, knitted her brows, and bit her finger. Finally, she sighed helplessly, and said reluctantly, "Well... alright, I hope that guy doesn't come over, otherwise if he knows you're here and I didn't tell him, he'll kill me."
Scarlett Yates forced a smile, "Thank you."
After speaking, she looked at Maxwell Saxon and said, "Young Master, thank you for everything you did for me today. Now that I'm safely home, I won't keep you any longer so as not to waste your precious time."
This was burning bridges after crossing them.
He had saved her, taken her to the hospital, and brought her back, yet she didn't even offer him a drink and just sent him away.
However, Maxwell Saxon had no intention of leaving.
Without waiting for an invitation, he found a place to sit down and then turned to Angela, with a natural expression, "I'm thirsty, Miss Andrews. Could you please make me a glass of lemonade? Oh, and don't add sugar."
