Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?

Chapter 1091: Miss Yates, You’ll Probably Have to Do It Yourself

Unexpectedly, it was better for her not to attempt this. Just as she reached over, before she could exert any strength, Matthew Saxon seemed to have sensed it, and the arm around her waist pulled her in tighter, hugging her even closer.Scarlett Yates thought he had woken up, hurriedly withdrew her hand, closed her eyes, and pretended she was already asleep.

After keeping her eyes closed for a while, with no signs of movement from him, she couldn’t suppress her curiosity and quietly opened her eyes.

Matthew’s eyes were still tightly shut, his breathing remained steady and even, without the slightest sign of waking up.

It turned out to be a false alarm.

She let out a soft sigh of relief and again tried to pry his hand off. This time, not only did Matthew Saxon hold her tighter, but he also grabbed her restless hand.

Through that night, Scarlett Yates felt as if time dragged incredibly long.

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When she got up the next morning, Scarlett’s whole body felt unbelievably sore.

After waking, Matthew was already gone, the space beside her where he slept was empty.

Scarlett hugged the blanket, sitting on the bed feeling desolate and lost for a while. Recalling the events of last night, her heart inevitably soured again, with a painful congestion in her chest, both stifling and aching.

All this soreness was thanks to last night’s two-hour bath, scraping her skin to near agony.

After a night had passed, Scarlett noticed the bruises caused by the bath ball had darkened.

Because her skin was fair, the alternating red and purple bruises were particularly noticeable, appearing in clusters, everywhere, quite startling to behold.

Luckily it was winter, and she could use clothing to cover them; if it were summer, she would be stepping out with those red and purple bruises all over, and anyone unaware would surely think she was a victim of domestic violence.

She lowered her head to look at the bruises on her arms, spacing out for a good while before slowly getting out of bed.

The clock on the wall pointed precisely at twelve o’clock.

When she went to the bathroom to freshen up, looking in the mirror, she saw a haggard and pale face staring back.

The person in the mirror looked sluggish, with a listless demeanor, like someone recovering from a severe illness.

Due to crying for quite a while last night, upon waking, both eyes were swollen, looking like two big light bulbs on her face, as unsightly as could be.

To improve her complexion slightly, Scarlett applied some powder on her face, dabbed some blush, softened her lips, and only after the face in the mirror looked less haggard did she change clothes and walk out of the bedroom.

Just as she stepped out, she saw Olly walking towards her.

After approaching, Olly stopped in front of her and courteously greeted her with a "Good afternoon," then continued, "Miss Yates, Old Master Douglas asked me to call you downstairs for lunch. He mentioned you’ve slept for so long; skipping breakfast and then lunch would make your meals irregular, which would affect your health."

Ian Douglas would care for her like this?

Scarlett wasn’t good at hiding her thoughts; whatever she was thinking showed directly on her face.

Seeing her expression, Olly quickly further explained, "Actually, Miss Yates, it’s like this. Old Master Douglas wants to taste your cooking, so for lunch... it seems you’ll have to prepare it yourself."

The Saxon Family has top chefs, yet Old Master Douglas refuses to eat what they prepare, insisting instead to wait for the future granddaughter-in-law to cook; anyone could see he was expressing his dissatisfaction.

This granddaughter-in-law wasn’t chosen by him, not to mention the family background being quite poor. How could he, who always values family status, accept this?