Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 829: Let Me Broaden Your Horizons

Maxwell Saxon can cook?

All these years at the Saxon Family, when did anyone see him cook anything?

Matthew Saxon let out a cold laugh, "It must taste awful."

"Uh..." Scarlett Yates replied honestly again, "Actually, the taste was alright, quite, quite good."

The hand that was gently rubbing her forehead suddenly increased in pressure.

"Mmm, very good?" His long, narrow eyes narrowed, a hint of danger flickering in Matthew Saxon’s gaze.

Scarlett Yates really wanted to say, who said we should be honest with each other and hide nothing?

She was speaking truthfully, and yet he was unhappy again.

"I was hungry at the time and felt that everything tasted good." Considering his feelings, she had to add another line.

Matthew Saxon was still not satisfied.

Maxwell Saxon, although always labeled as an illegitimate child, appeared to have a low background on the surface, but at heart, he was a cold and proud person.

The person willing to have him personally cook for them must be someone he cares about.

But Maxwell Saxon’s interest in Scarlett Yates came so out of the blue, if not for the sake of interest, it’s truly perplexing.

Matthew Saxon felt uncomfortable inside, pursing his lips, he said disdainfully, "What’s so hard about cooking? I can cook too."

"You can cook?" Scarlett Yates was very surprised, giving him a once-over full of disbelief.

Someone like him born into luxury, never having to lift a finger, how could he possibly cook.

Whenever he wants to eat something, the Saxon’s chefs can make the same dish in a hundred different ways, does he really need to cook?

"For something so simple, is there even a chance I couldn’t learn?"

Her eyes clearly said she didn’t believe him.

Challenged by her doubtful gaze, Matthew Saxon squinted his eyes and gritted his teeth, "When we get back, I’ll show you."

"Will it be eye-opening, or just a joke to laugh at, that’s uncertain."

"You dare to doubt me?"

"I don’t want to doubt it, but if the second Young Master of the Saxon family, who doesn’t even dip his fingers in spring water, can cook, then even pigs could climb trees."

"Scarlett Yates, say that again..."

"What are you doing, ouch, it hurts, Matthew Saxon, don’t you know how to be gentle with women?"

They exchanged words back and forth for quite a while.

With the misunderstanding cleared up, both of them felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted off their hearts.

Exhausted from arguing, Scarlett Yates lazily laid on his chest, half-closing her eyes.

Matthew Saxon’s embrace was warm, and there was a pleasant fragrance on his shirt, like it was infused with something that made one sleepy. As Scarlett lay there, she started to feel sleepy.

"Feeling sleepy?" Matthew Saxon patted her head, pulling the quilt upwards to cover everything below her neck.

The quilt was not long enough for his height; covering Scarlett meant half of his legs were exposed.

Scarlett Yates felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, but she didn’t dare to actually fall asleep, forcing them open into a slit and mumbled, "Matthew Saxon, I’m so sleepy, I just want to take a nap."

"Then just close your eyes and have a good sleep." In the quiet night, Matthew Saxon’s deep voice sounded exceptionally gentle, like a lullaby, making Scarlett even sleepier.

She yawned several times, sleepily saying, "But I’m afraid to sleep."

His fingers gently combed through her hair, chuckling, and asked, "Why, afraid there might be ghosts in this room?"

Scarlett Yates’s hair was beautiful, black and shiny, like soft satin.