Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?

Chapter 923: I Just Feel a Bit Familiar

He pretended to be angry: "Scarlett, if you keep this up, I won’t be nice to you."When he said "not nice," he also picked up a snowball in his hand.

Scarlett Yates couldn’t help but laugh when she saw him covered in snow.

This man, who usually paid the most attention to his image and always appeared mature, steady, elegant, and noble, now seemed a bit embarrassed and amusing.

She held a freshly made snowball and provocatively challenged, "Oh, if you’ve got the guts, you can hit me too. If you do hit me, I won’t make a sound."

With that, she threw the snowball over again.

"You said it, don’t regret it." Seeing her play so happily, Maxwell Saxon joined in the fun with her.

However, despite his bold words, he never once managed to hit Scarlett Yates.

On the contrary, Scarlett’s snowballs hit him nine times out of ten, covering him in snow.

The more Scarlett hit, the more triumphant she became, and in her triumph, she inevitably lost her composure. Running to avoid Maxwell’s snowballs, she ended up taking a tumble.

There was more than half a meter of snow underneath, so the fall wouldn’t hurt much, but the moment she fell, Maxwell’s face showed signs of worry. He discarded the snowball in his hand and ran towards her.

"Scarlett, are you okay?" He pulled her up from the snow, as if afraid she might have injured something, carefully inspecting her from head to toe and brushing off the snow from her body.

He was also covered in snow, but he didn’t seem to mind, only making sure Scarlett was clean of snow.

While he was doing all this, Scarlett remained silent, just watching him quietly.

As she watched, a hint of confusion appeared in her eyes.

This scene, it felt like she had seen it somewhere before, an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

This feeling seemed as if a long, long time ago, she had played like this with Maxwell Saxon. Back then, she also fell, and he had hurriedly run over to help her.

But... why couldn’t she remember?

She tried desperately to recall, but her mind only held some blurry images, like a veil over her eyes, leaving everything vague and unclear.

She remembered some of the things Maxwell had said.

He said she was his childhood playmate, and they had known each other a long, long time ago.

According to him, their relationship should have been very good because she had given him a wooden carving for his birthday.

Even though the wooden carving was so ugly it couldn’t really be called a carving, he had still kept it, showing how much he valued it.

Because she held some bad impressions of him, she always thought he was lying or had mistaken her for someone else.

But now, upon careful consideration, she felt maybe he wasn’t lying.

At this point, she wasn’t of any use to him.

If he wanted to use her as a hostage to threaten Matthew Saxon just now, he would have done it already, and there was no need to wait until now.

Yet she had no memory of the past he described. Even if she had been young at the time, it wasn’t to the extent that she had no impression at all.

This was the most incomprehensible thing for Scarlett Yates,

"Maxwell Saxon, you said we knew each other when we were little, did we play like this before?"

"You remembered?" Maxwell suddenly lifted his head, his eyes lighting up, looking at her happily.

Scarlett Yates shook her head and frowned, "I just feel a bit familiar, but I don’t remember anything."