Maxwell Saxon laughed indifferently, "You can reject me, that's your right, but I won't abandon my own rights either."
Scarlett Yates was a bit frustrated. If it weren't for the fact that he had helped her many times before, she would have shown him the door without hesitation.
"Maxwell Saxon, what exactly do you want?" She glared at him helplessly and exasperatedly, furrowing her brows in annoyance.
A slight smile escaped his dark eyes. Seeing a strand of hair stuck to her face, Maxwell Saxon reached out, gently tucked it behind her ear, lifted her chin, and said softly, "Scarlett Yates, I want to pursue you, I want you to be my woman."
Before he met her, he had no expectations for his future partner.
In his plans, it was simply to find a suitable woman to marry when the age was right.
As for feelings, those were unnecessary things.
All the love and affection were interests of young girls; he had no time or energy to bother with such meaningless things.
