Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 765: I Wish to Take Care of You for a Lifetime

"Uh, no need, I can take them back and wash them myself!" What a joke, having her take off her underwear and let him wash them?

Just the thought of him handling her underwear made Scarlett feel she couldn’t accept it.

However, Maxwell Saxon insisted, "They’ll be dry soon."

This man, why couldn’t he read the room? Didn’t he see she was embarrassed?

Scarlett shook her head vehemently like a rattle and refused him once more, "Really, no need, I’ll take them back to wash."

"Alright then." After Scarlett’s repeated refusals, Maxwell finally conceded, "Dinner is ready, come and eat."

With that, he carried two plates into the dining room.

Scarlett followed him to the dining room.

On the black glass table were three dishes and two bowls of white rice porridge.

The porridge was thick and creamy, with large and shiny grains, looking quite appetizing.

He had cooked a dish of shrimp, another of stir-fried black fungus with sliced bamboo shoots and meat, and a plate of plain stir-fried pea sprouts; all were light dishes, but they looked very appetizing.

The dishes were simple, yet they had perfect color, smell, and taste.

Scarlett was a little surprised, "Did you make all of these?"

For someone like Maxwell Saxon, a lofty young master, to actually cook, and cook well, was surprising.

Maxwell smiled and politely pulled out a chair for her, casually saying, "Before I joined the Saxon Family, I learned a lot; cooking is just one of the survival skills."

Scarlett fell silent for a moment.

She almost forgot, Maxwell Saxon was different from Matthew Saxon.

Matthew was truly a noble young master born with a golden spoon, celebrated since birth as the Saxon Family’s young master, living a life of luxury from the start.

Whereas Maxwell was born with the stigma of being illegitimate, it took him over ten years to become legitimate.

During the time he wasn’t legitimate, she had no idea what kind of life he led.

But since he learned to cook for himself, he likely couldn’t have lived the same privileged life as Matthew, always being served.

"You drank quite a bit last night, your stomach must be uncomfortable. I thought cooking some light dishes might be more to your liking and good for your stomach. I wonder if these match your taste," he said, while untying his apron.

"Actually, I’m not really hungry." Scarlett felt the situation was quite strange.

How to put it, in the middle of the night, she was at the home of a man she had rejected.

She had slept in his bed, bathed in his bathroom, and wore clothes he bought for her, and now he prepared a delicious meal and was inviting her to enjoy it.

She felt she couldn’t comfortably sit down to eat.

She had already accepted too much of his kindness.

"Not hungry?" Maxwell raised an eyebrow, looking at her with doubt. "You barely ate anything last night; how can you not be hungry?"

"I’m really not very hungry, actually... I want to go, I’ve already caused you too much trouble, and I don’t want to continue bothering you."

"I don’t consider it trouble." Maxwell lifted his head, his deep eyes once again revealing that unsettling gaze, tenderly watching her, "Taking care of the woman I love is a very happy thing. If I could, I’d like to take care of you for a lifetime."

His gaze was as gentle as water, enough to drown someone in it.