Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?

Chapter 909: I’m Really Worried About You

Seeing her look of impatience and extremely cold demeanor, Maxwell Saxon pressed his lips tightly, his eyes darkened, and his hand unconsciously gripped the edge of the table: "It’s just the duration of a meal, Scarlett, accompany me for dinner, and I’ll tell you what you want to know."Just as he finished speaking, the waiter brought all the dishes he ordered.

Scarlett Yates saw his spiritless look, dark circles under his eyes, and exhaustion between his brows. Remembering that he said it took him two days and nights to reach Fort City, she hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded patiently: "Okay, I’ll wait for you."

It wouldn’t take much time to finish a meal.

She might as well wait for him to finish eating.

In fact, even if she didn’t want to accompany him, she had no choice.

This man, on the surface, seemed gentlemanly and appeared to respect her wishes, but when the people he brought blocked her, he didn’t try to stop them, did he?

He acted like he respected her, yet had someone block her way. His words said one thing, but his actions said another, truly shameless.

Even though Maxwell Saxon claimed he was thirsty and hungry, he still ate with elegance, taking small and slow bites, not at all like someone truly famished.

Unlike her, who, when hungry, would devour everything, with no thought about table manners.

Initially, Scarlett Yates thought he was deceiving her, but when Maxwell Saxon finished all the dishes he ordered, she believed he really was hungry.

Although he ate very slowly, he cleaned his plate completely.

After finishing, he slowly wiped his mouth with a napkin twice, then looked up and commented, "The steak at this little restaurant is quite good, but the coffee is a bit unpalatable."

"How long has it been since you last ate?" Scarlett Yates asked in surprise, looking at the several empty plates on the table.

Maxwell Saxon thought seriously for a moment, then said, "I only had one meal yesterday and the day before."

From the moment he boarded the plane, he hadn’t eaten much.

With worries on his mind and someone he was concerned about, he had no appetite.

Moreover, he didn’t like the food on planes, so he waited until he was extremely hungry to eat a meal.

"Why?" Scarlett Yates asked bluntly, "Even if you were on the plane the whole time, they have food."

Besides, he must have been in first class, the food wouldn’t be that bad.

And Scarlett Yates had always had a question: How could it take two days and nights to get from Z City to Fort City?

Maxwell Saxon put down the napkin, his dark eyes quietly watching her for a long time before moving his lips and saying in a hoarse voice, "I was very worried about you."

Before personally confirming that she was the woman Henry Dales had bought, his heart remained anxious.

He was very worried about her.

What kind of place was Drunken Dreams? How many women could walk out of there unharmed?

If the woman Henry Dales bought wasn’t her, if she had fallen into someone else’s hands, if...

There were too many terrible assumptions; just thinking about each of them made it hard for him to sit still.

That one meal a day was only to preserve his strength, forcing himself to eat it.

These past two days, not only couldn’t he eat, but he also couldn’t sleep well.

Even when he was overwhelmed with exhaustion and drifted off, he would quickly wake up from nightmares.

He dreamed of her in a pitiful state, shackled by chains on her hands and feet, her body covered with bloody whip marks, and huddled in a small dark room, sobbing.