His shirt and jacket both carried a wonderful scent.
It wasn't like perfume, yet it smelled better than perfume, more natural.
Scarlett Yates didn't mind this scent; just like she didn't truly mind Maxwell Saxon in her heart.
During breakfast, Maxwell Saxon asked her why she was so deeply resentful toward him.
Does she really hate Maxwell Saxon?
Upon careful consideration, she had never truly hated this man, despite him doing things that she found excessive, he never genuinely hurt her.
Perhaps he was a bit ruthless and heartless towards others, but with her, it was different.
Maxwell Saxon wasn't wrong when he said most of her animosity towards him stemmed from her liking Matthew Saxon.
When you like someone, it's inevitable that you'll be biased towards them.
Even though Maxwell Saxon treated her well, if he harmed Matthew Saxon, she would see him as an enemy.
All the buttons were fastened, but the freshly ironed coat became wrinkled.
