After leaving the garage, it was even colder outside.

Saxon Mansion was built halfway up the mountain, where temperatures are naturally much lower than in the city. Especially in winter, a six or seven degrees drop is quite normal, and at night, it’s even colder.

It seemed that ice clung to the air, the damp and chilling cold seeping into her tiny pores. Even wrapped in thick clothes, Scarlett couldn’t help but shiver several times.

Since getting out of the car, Matthew had been walking forward and hadn’t looked back even once.

He didn’t stop to wait for her, nor did he come to hold her when he saw her cold.

Scarlett had to jog to catch up to him,

She really wanted to ask him what was wrong, things had been fine before, why suddenly he seemed so distant.

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she held them back again.

Suddenly, she felt a bit timid, too afraid to voice her question.

Matthew was walking quickly, his long legs taking swift steps, one of his strides equaled Scarlett’s two. Usually, he would deliberately slow down to match her pace.

But this time, he showed no sign of slowing down, walking fast and urgent, even seeing Scarlett jog to keep up with him, he continued to stride ahead.

Scarlett ran a bit, slightly out of breath, and turned her head to glance at him.

After seeing Matthew’s expressionless face, the bad premonition within her grew stronger.

Upon reaching the hall, the maids saw the two of them walk in looking preoccupied.

The Young Master’s face showed no expression, his eyes lacked warmth, his whole aura was icy cold, and even from a long distance, one could feel the chill emanating from him.

Beside him, the woman he doted on so dearly appeared anxious and uneasy, a trace of panic in her eyes, and her facial expression didn’t look good either.

One walked swiftly forward, while the other jogged alongside.

The maids, just like the two security guards on duty, couldn’t help but glance at each other, though silent, each pondering the same question.

Did their Young Master and Miss Yates have an argument?

They exchanged glances, thinking this possibility was highly likely, simultaneously showing a schadenfreude expression on their faces.

Historically, love between differing social standings has never lasted long.

Even though their Young Master had showered Miss Yates with affection lately, how long could this love sustain?

The greater the disparity in status, the more conflicts arise. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

See, Miss Yates hadn’t been living here very long, yet the Young Master already had a falling out with her.

And this is still during the honeymoon phase, and it’s already so easy to argue, surely they’ll be even less willing to tolerate each other as time goes on?

In these maids’ eyes, their Young Madam should be someone as noble and beautiful as Pearl Simmons. Even if not Pearl Simmons, it should be another heiress from a reputable family, definitely not someone of lower status than themselves.

Why should a woman with a less privileged background than theirs be able to marry into a wealthy family and become the Young Madam, while they are only destined to serve as maids?

Though they were always polite to Scarlett, respectfully calling her Miss Yates when seeing her, deep down, they were still unconvinced.

Once Matthew and Scarlett went upstairs, the group immediately huddled together, whispering conspiratorially.

"Do you think the Young Master and Miss Yates had an argument?"