She took a few steps, turned her head to see Maxwell Saxon still following her, and frowned, her face showing a hint of clear annoyance, "Just across the street is the neighborhood, Young Master, you..."
"Call me by my name." Maxwell Saxon interrupted her with a slight frown, "You're neither Seymour's employee nor someone employed by Saxon Mansion, don't always call me Young Master."
"Alright, Maxwell Saxon." Scarlett Yates took a deep breath, trying to reason with him, "You said you wanted to walk me home, I appreciate it, now I'm home, you don't need to follow me anymore."
"Unless I see you to your doorstep." Maxwell Saxon had no intention of leaving, he said seriously, "I need to see that you've really made it home before I can be at ease."
