Uncle Thompson felt uncomfortable, but he knew he couldn't persuade Maxwell Saxon, so he frowned a few times, sighed helplessly, and sensibly turned to leave.
"I originally wanted to have breakfast with you, but there's been a lot going on at the company lately. I finally managed to pull myself away for a bit to come over. So, how's the food here? Does it suit your taste?"
Walking to the table, Matthew Saxon saw the empty milk cup and the significantly reduced pastries, and he smiled contentedly: "You've eaten quite a few pastries, it seems I should give the pastry chef a raise."
His demeanor and tone were very natural.
So natural it was as if nothing had happened last night.
After speaking, he casually sat beside her and, seeing half a cookie left on her plate, naturally took it and started eating.
Scarlett Yates was stunned and exclaimed, "That was left over by me, you..."
Maxwell Saxon had already finished the half cookie.
