Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?

Chapter 919: I’ll Remember You My Whole Life

Scarlett Yates nodded in sudden realization, "I guess the lady who gave you her seat asked for your phone number, right?"Faced with such an attractive man like Maxwell Saxon, it’s hard for any woman to refuse his requests.

To buy the ticket in advance, Young Master Saxon even resorted to using his charm, all so she wouldn’t have to wait too long.

Maxwell thought for a moment and nodded, "She did ask, but I didn’t give it to her."

Scarlett added, "She must have been very disappointed then."

"I wouldn’t know."

"Was she pretty?"

"Didn’t pay attention."

"So you’re saying you don’t even know what she looks like?"

"Generally speaking, I don’t have much impression of most women’s appearances."

When talking about the woman who gave up her seat, Maxwell’s tone was very indifferent.

Scarlett sighed inwardly; after all, the woman gave up her seat, yet he doesn’t even know what she looked like.

If she were that woman, she’d be so mad.

Seeing Scarlett shake her head and sigh, Maxwell suddenly said something quite cheesy: "But your looks, I’ll remember for a lifetime."

After he finished speaking, he looked at her with eyes as gentle as water.

Scarlett felt uneasy under his gaze, feigning a cough to cover her lips and diverting her gaze from his intense stare, she swiftly changed the topic, seemingly casually asking, "What time is the train ticket for?"

Maxwell looked down at the ticket in his hand, sat across from her, and said to the approaching waiter, "One cup of Blue Mountain Coffee, no sugar."

"It departs in half an hour; we can stay here a little longer."

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Chugging—

The beautiful scenery outside the train window flashed by, with snow-covered trees alongside the tracks, and the mountains on either side were a snowy expanse, like they’d stepped into a world of ice and snow.

The carriage they were in was almost full.

Their seats were adjacent, and across from them sat two young, pretty girls, who looked about seventeen or eighteen.

They didn’t seem like locals from Fort City; like Scarlett Yates, they had shiny black long hair and fair skin, looking so young with skin that had a pinkish hue.

Ever since they boarded, they had been sneaking glances at Maxwell from time to time.

They’d take a look, then quickly bow their heads, huddling together whispering a few words, then steal another glance at Maxwell.

After several such repeated glances, one of the girls suddenly coughed and switched from sneaking peeks to openly looking, raising her head to glance at Maxwell, her cheeks turning red, her voice softly asking, "Excuse me, sir... are you Mr. Maxwell Saxon?"

Maxwell looked up at her once.

The girl’s face turned even redder, probably too nervous, she stuttered a bit as she spoke, "You are Mr. Maxwell Saxon, right? I think... I wouldn’t mistake you."

Even though she said that, her tone wasn’t very certain.

After speaking, she picked up her phone for a look, then raised her head to examine Maxwell for a while.

She still had a bit of uncertainty in her eyes, yet felt Maxwell looked exactly like the person on her phone screen, almost like he was stamped from the same mold.

In this world, many people look alike, but those who resemble each other in appearance and demeanor in every way are rare.