Scarlett Yates carefully nibbled the skin of the bun but still didn't dare to take a full bite. She placed the bun in the bowl to cool for a while before taking a small nibble, then looked up at Maxwell Saxon: "Young Master, where is your hometown?"
Noticing her series of small actions, Maxwell Saxon's expression changed slightly. After a few seconds of silence, he said softly, "Brookside."
"Brookside?" Scarlett was stunned for a moment, "My grandmother's family is also in Brookside. I used to visit Brookside often when I was young."
"Oh?" Maxwell feigned a bit of surprise, raising his eyebrow, "Where does your grandmother live in Brookside?"
Of course, he knew Scarlett had spent time in Brookside.
But he wouldn't tell her that she was someone from his past.
If he said it outright, she wouldn't believe it. She might even think he had some kind of scheme.
What he was doing now was slowly guiding her, trying to help her remember something on her own.
Scarlett mentioned a place.
