Chapter Twenty-Two
Scarlett was deeply grateful to Maxwell Stone—if he hadn’t rescued her in time last night, she might have been completely at Tiffany’s mercy. The memory of this morning’s mishap only deepened her guilt. As she ate breakfast, she stole a cautious glance at Maxwell and said, “Thank you for last night!” Maxwell merely shot her a dismissive look, clearly uninterested in further conversation. Scarlett pressed her lips together and blinked, “And about this morning—I didn’t mean for that to happen! I’m sorry!” Maxwell snorted and rose from the table, “I’m full!” Scarlett slumped at the breakfast table like a wilted plant. Soon, Maxwell changed his shoes and, in a cold tone, said, “Are you coming or not? I have to go to work!” At those words, Scarlett suddenly realized he was planning to give
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