Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?

Chapter 928: I Don’t Want You to Hate Me

"Because he is also someone I care about deeply. If you hurt him, I will hate you. I will never forgive you in my entire life.""But, I don’t want to hate you."

Maxwell Saxon remained silent for a long time.

So long that Scarlett Yates thought he wouldn’t answer her.

Just when she was about to give up on this question, he slowly began to speak, his deep voice resonating slowly, "Scarlett, do you really like him?"

Scarlett Yates thought for a moment, then replied, "Yes, I like him."

"But, have you forgotten what I told you? Naomi Dougla and your mother..."

"I haven’t forgotten." Scarlett Yates knew what he wanted to say and quickly interrupted him, "Those are past grievances of the previous generation. He and I have decided not to dwell on past issues."

"So, you truly want to marry him?" Maxwell Saxon’s eyes dimmed, and his voice turned hoarse, "That night... my men saw you both at a jewelry store buying rings. You agreed to his proposal?"

That night?

Back then, Scarlett Yates agreed to marry him, not out of genuine intention. Although she liked Matthew Saxon, if she were to marry him, it would have to be with both parties being willing.

But back then, Matthew Saxon proposed to her because of Roy Saxon.

Later on, when the misunderstanding was resolved, agreeing to marry him felt completely different.

Now, as Maxwell Saxon asked her this question again, Scarlett Yates thought seriously for a moment before nodding, "Yes, I agreed to his proposal."

"Are you willingly wanting to marry him?" Maxwell Saxon’s hoarse voice had a tinge of bitterness, seeming somewhat raspy.

"Yes."

That single word, "yes," was like a sharp blade piercing into his heart.

Fierce and unfeeling, it stabbed harshly into the softest part of his heart.

Maxwell Saxon took a deep breath, feeling only a sense of suffocating pain in his chest.

The chill in the air slowly wrapped around him, seeping into his body.

His back lay against the snow, the cold from the accumulated snow creeping up his back and penetrating his skin.

The cold froze his blood, making his body start to grow stiff, frigid, with every part feeling the biting cold.

"Scarlett, I promise you."

The pain twisted like a knife in his heart, yet he endured it, forcing a slight smile from the corners of his lips, saying word by word, "I promise you, no matter what happens in the future, I will not take his life."

He didn’t want her to hate him.

This time, it was Scarlett Yates who remained silent.

In truth, she never imagined Maxwell Saxon would promise her this.

She had made such an unreasonable request, relying on his affection for her, merely with a "just trying" mindset.

Trying what exactly? Testing how important she was in his heart.

He even agreed to such a thing for her. Scarlett Yates suddenly realized how significantly she occupied a place in Maxwell Saxon’s heart.

No wonder Uncle Thompson and May Denton wanted to remove her, a woman who could sway Maxwell Saxon’s decisions was indeed too dangerous.

"Maxwell Saxon, thank you." Scarlett Yates felt she had many things to say, but in the end, she could only say thank you to him, as those words seemed to express her feelings best at that moment.

"You don’t need to thank me." Maxwell Saxon curled his lips in a bitter smile, his eyes carrying a disappointed expression, softly saying, "Scarlett, I just don’t want you to hate me."