Free Web NovelChapter 1201: Chapter 1201: I Think He Must Really Love You
The maid hesitated for a moment but quickly replied, "Miss Yates, the gentleman did bring someone who was injured a few days ago, but I’m not sure if he was brought from the seaside."
"Do you know what the current situation of that person is?"
The maid shook her head, "I’m not the one responsible for taking care of the injured gentleman, so I’m not very clear about his condition."
"Can you take me to the person responsible for taking care of him? I won’t go to see him right now, I just want to confirm whether he is out of danger."
The maid shook her head again, "I’m sorry, Miss Yates, our gentleman has stipulated that without his permission, no one is allowed to go over."
Hearing this, Scarlett Yates felt a bit disappointed, but knowing that the maid wouldn’t dare defy such orders, she thanked her and let her leave.
Just as the maid turned to leave, she paused at the door, turned back, and softly asked Scarlett, "Miss Yates, are you that gentleman’s wife?"
Scarlett didn’t know why the maid asked this, but she nodded anyway.
The maid’s face showed a hint of hesitation, and after a few seconds of silence, she softly said, "Miss Yates, I don’t know whether your husband is out of danger, but I heard that during his coma, he kept calling your name. I think he must really love you."
After saying this, the maid left.
Scarlett stood there, dazed for a moment, feeling both happiness and a sense of bittersweetness in her heart.
"Matthew Saxon, you must be okay," she sighed gently, muttering to herself, repeating silently in her heart, "You must, must be okay."
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An hour later, the maid called Scarlett Yates downstairs for dinner on time.
When Scarlett went down, she realized that only she and that man were in the dining room.
The food hadn’t been served yet, but under the man’s instructions, she sat down, her seat close to him.
After waiting for a while without seeing George, Scarlett couldn’t help but ask, "Sir, where is my friend?"
The man was examining a bottle of red wine. He glanced at her and said indifferently, "He won’t be dining with us. Tonight, it’s only me and you."
Scarlett barely managed to suppress asking him why, but before she could speak up, she saw the man furrow his eyebrows, "Didn’t I say you’d follow my arrangements? Just sit here and quietly eat your meal, and don’t worry about anyone else."
Scarlett had to swallow the words she was about to say!
Once they were both seated, the dishes quickly began to be served.
Though Scarlett was a bit hungry, she was preoccupied with thoughts of Matthew Saxon, and had little appetite. She had no interest in what dinner entailed, treating it merely as a task.
Her face clearly showed a distracted expression.
She was physically in the dining room, but her thoughts were wandering elsewhere.
When all the dishes were finally served, and the man invited her to eat, she snapped back to reality, picking up her chopsticks with little enthusiasm.
Her thoughts weren’t on eating, and she wasn’t even aware of what she was picking up, just putting the food into her mouth.
But as soon as the first bite entered her mouth, Scarlett’s expression suddenly changed.
With a soft clatter, the chopsticks in her hand fell onto the table.
She looked up in shock.
The man asked her, "Does it taste good?"
