Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?
Chapter 142: Senior, I’m Not a Child Anymore

Chapter 142: Chapter 142: Senior, I’m Not a Child Anymore

Her tone involuntarily cooled, "It’s something we’re both willing to do, there’s no harm in that. Since the Dales Family and the Saxon Family are old friends, you shouldn’t talk like this about the second young master of the Saxon Family behind his back."

Henry Dales was taken aback.

Probably didn’t expect the always sweet and cute junior to suddenly turn into a hedgehog, and his face turned red with embarrassment.

This was the first time Scarlett Yates had seen Henry Dales with a red face.

He was always calm and collected, as if nothing could worry him, not even the sky falling down.

To make such a person blush, it was a rather difficult feat.

This was enough to show how hurtful her previous words were.

Seeing him in such discomfort, Scarlett couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry.

She sighed softly, and earnestly said, "Senior, I’m not a kid anymore. I can handle my own emotions, so please don’t worry about me anymore, okay?"

Henry Dales’s face was hard to read, and after a long while, he finally said, "I was overthinking it, sorry."

The napkin in Scarlett Yates’s hand was soaked completely, which she casually tossed aside. She tugged at the corners of her lips and smiled, "Senior, I didn’t mean to blame you. It’s just that Matthew Saxon is my first boyfriend, and since you’re someone I respect a lot, I hope to get your blessing."

Under the dazzling, eye-catching lights, Henry Dales’s face looked slightly pale, "Scarlett, bless you."

Pain.

A dull, suffocating pain in the chest, as if a knife had sliced into the heart.

Scarlett Yates forced a smile, "Thank you, Senior, for your blessing. Since it’s rare to meet, why don’t I treat you to a meal?"

Henry Dales smiled, "I appreciate the gesture, Scarlett, but I’ve already eaten."

Scarlett Yates sighed with a bit of regret, "Looks like we’ll have to wait for another time."

The steak was served.

It was clear that the staff at this hotel knew Henry Dales.

The waiter was slightly surprised to see him sitting opposite Scarlett Yates, first greeting him politely, "Good evening, Mr. Dales."

Then asked, "Is this lady your friend?"

Henry Dales nodded.

The waiter smiled, "Miss, since you’re a friend of Mr. Dales, this dinner is on the house. Enjoy your meal."

Scarlett Yates was still a bit taken aback, "I don’t have to pay?"

"The boss of this hotel and I have a bit of a connection, you can order whatever you want," Henry Dales said, quite accustomed to enjoying freebies on a friend’s behalf.

Scarlett Yates sighed, her smile showing a bit of resignation, "I said I’d treat you to a meal, but in the end, it’s you treating me."

The money extorted seemed indeed hard to spend.

The freshly grilled steak was fragrant and tempting, looking very delicious.

However, Scarlett Yates had lost her appetite.

She randomly cut a few pieces and stuffed them into her mouth, tasteless like chewing wax, and after a few bites, she couldn’t swallow any more.

She ate less than a third of the steak.

Henry Dales frowned, "You’ve had enough?"

"Yeah, I’m full." She drank half a glass of juice in one gulp, reached to get a napkin to wipe her mouth, only to realize she had already used it to wipe the water off the table.

With a faint, refreshing scent, Henry Dales took out his handkerchief and offered it to her.

The handkerchief was as white as new, without a single stain.

Scarlett Yates froze for a moment, looking at him in surprise.

She remembered that Henry Dales was a clean freak.

Such personal items, he wouldn’t hand them to others.

She stared at the brand-new handkerchief for a few seconds, licked her lips, and then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smiling as she said, "It’s better not to dirty your handkerchief."