Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 255: You Scared Them All Away

"Me too, me too..."

After getting all the answers from a few people, Matthew Saxon smiled again, but his eyes lacked any trace of mirth. His pupils, as black as stars, glimmered with a haunting cold light. "If any rumors start spreading around later..."

"No, no, absolutely not."

"We really didn’t hear anything."

Matthew seemed satisfied as he nodded, then glanced towards a certain direction, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, and said blandly, "You can go now."

These words like an absolution command, the women’s faces immediately showed relief, not daring to linger for even a second longer.

Accidentally overhearing a colossal secret is by no means a blessing.

In an instant, the beauties surrounding him dispersed cleanly, leaving only a lingering rich fragrance in the air.

Smelling the fragrance, Matthew furrowed his brows, displaying a look of disgust.

Such an overwhelming perfume scent, suffocating.

As the surroundings quieted down, he seemed to finally have time to turn his attention to Scarlett Yates’ heavily seasoned skewers.

He picked up a skewer, sniffed it once, and his brows furrowed.

That foolish woman, is she trying to poison him? She put everything on it.

She is being overly clever, thinking he can’t notice, thinking everyone is as stupid as she is?

The reddened meat skewers emitted a strange fragrance, Matthew curled his lips as if encountering something amusing, bowed his head, and took a bite.

Spicy, just a little bite, and the choking spiciness quickly spread across the tongue.

Besides spicy, there’s salty, extremely salty, as if the whole bottle of salt was dumped on it.

There’s also sour, sweet, numbing...

All kinds of flavors mixed together for a nauseating taste.

Indeed, it tasted awful.

Seeing her obediently bring the food plate over and greet him so enthusiastically, he knew she couldn’t possibly be that obedient and docile.

Matthew tasted the most prominent flavor amongst the jumble of skewers.

Sour, a taste that couldn’t be masked despite all the seasoning.

Was she jealous?

He tossed the skewer akin to poison aside, stood up, tugged the crumpled spot from sleeping, and leisurely walked towards Scarlett Yates with his hands in his pockets.

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Hearing the commotion behind her, Scarlett Yates remained silent.

The vegetables on the rack were burning, but she acted as if she hadn’t seen and continued slathering oil layer after layer.

Sizzle, sizzle, as the oil smoke spouted, so did the choking burnt smell.

"X dysfunction? Scarlett Yates, when did I get this disease? How come I didn’t know?" Matthew Saxon stood beside her, lips carrying a faint smile.

"Just joking, Young Master, no need to take it seriously." Scarlett Yates didn’t even glance at him, keeping her head down, focused on brushing the already charred vegetables with more oil.

Matthew laughed again, "Joke? Just to be safe, why don’t we go back now, and you give me a thorough examination."

Her hands paused, she bit her lip, a trace of red seeping onto the side of her face turned towards him.

Possibly because the coals in the stove were burning too fiercely, the blazing firelight warmed her face, bringing out the red haze under high temperature.

"Katie and the others are acquaintances from before, bumped into them by chance and chatted for a bit. If you don’t like them, you can tell me. Why make up those lies? See, you scared them all away."