Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?

Chapter 1191: I Don’t Want to Talk Anymore

She had no idea what this man was really up to. He didn’t look friendly at all, not one bit like a good person, but even so, she still couldn’t let him walk away.She drew a deep breath again, bit her lip, steeled herself and said, "Sir, let’s talk."

The man sneered. "Just because Miss Yates says talk, we talk? I don’t feel like talking now. Please step aside."

Scarlett froze, frowned, a trace of surprise flickering in her eyes.

This man’s temper was so strange—how could he switch like that in a blink? Just because she didn’t trust him, he got this angry?

"Sir, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have doubted you just now." She had no choice but to apologize, even though she didn’t feel she’d done anything wrong.

Hearing her apology, the man’s expression seemed to ease a little, the coldness on his face not quite as harsh. He let out a very soft snort through his nose. "And that apology is sincere?"

Scarlett bit her lip and nodded. "Yes, I sincerely apologize to you, sir. I hope you won’t stay angry."

"Angry? Hah. You think I’m that petty?"

"That’s not what I mean, sir. I really want to know news of my husband. Please tell me, will you?" Scarlett apologized in a low, deferential voice, a faint note of humble pleading in her tone.

Maybe it was because she looked so pitiful right now, but although the man’s face was still stormy, he didn’t keep making things hard for her. "Since your attitude isn’t bad, I’ll talk to you."

With that, he turned around and headed back.

This time, Scarlett didn’t dare hesitate again. She turned and followed him into the lounge.

The door slammed shut with a bang; at the sound, Scarlett’s heart gave a jolt as well.

She still didn’t feel at ease, but she had no choice.

"Sit." The man spoke and carried himself as if he owned the place, gesturing at the seat opposite before taking his own.

There was a pot of tea on the table. The man poured them each a cup, then set one down on the table in front of her. "Have a taste. Not many people get the chance to sample my handiwork."

Scarlett slowly lowered her head, looked at the cup of steaming tea, hesitated for a moment—then saw the man’s face across from her darken again. "What, you think I drugged it?"

Scarlett had already gotten a taste of his temper and didn’t dare say anything more. Gritting her teeth, she picked up the cup and took a sip.

The tea hit her tongue rich and mellow, rolling over it in a smooth wave, with a faint sweetness in the aftertaste. The flavor was excellent.

The tea itself was very good, and the person brewing it even better. The Saxon Family also had a dedicated tea master, but the taste of their tea still couldn’t compare to this.

Seeing her drink, the man finally smiled again. "Just to learn news of that kid, you dare drink tea made by a stranger. Looks like you really do care about him."

Scarlett found his tone a bit odd.

When he referred to Matthew Saxon, he’d actually called him "that kid," as if he’d known Matthew for a long time.

"Yes, I care about him a lot." Scarlett didn’t hide her feelings, her eyes anxious as she looked at the man. "Sir, if you really know where he is, please tell me now, will you?"

"I’m really, really worried about him."

The man picked up his teacup with excruciating leisure and took another slow sip. Fully aware of how frantic she was, he still set the cup down unhurriedly, then took out a handkerchief and dabbed at his mouth before finally lifting his eyes to her. "Oh? And how worried is that? If that kid really kicked the bucket, are you going to go die for love and keep him company?"