Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 391: Ian Douglas Gives Special Instructions

Thinking of this, Matthew Saxon frowned slightly, his face darkening a bit.

But Scarlett Yates did not notice this tiny change. After teasing Matthew Saxon with a few sarcastic remarks, she gulped down a glass of water.

Drinking like she was dying of thirst, it took her three glasses of water before she finally felt alive again.

Afterward, Matthew Saxon called in a doctor to examine her. After a thorough and comprehensive check-up, the doctor confirmed that Scarlett Yates had no issues and just needed a couple more days of rest to regain strength before she could get up and move around.

-- 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Scarlett finally woke up, and Matthew Saxon could finally put down the weight pressed against his heart. After she fell asleep again, he went to take a good shower.

Once he emerged from the bathroom, fresh and clean, he recalled Scarlett’s previous comment about him smelling sour and couldn’t help but smile.

Three days without a bath—what an experience, and one he was encountering for the first time.

What should he do? He’s really fallen for that silly woman, and it’s truly a complication.

He was used to a carefree and wanton life. If he had someone to worry about in the future, could his days still be as carefree and happy?

Troublesome, truly troublesome.

But what could he do? This trouble was of his own making.

The best plan would be to send her away in person.

But... what should he do if he can’t bear to part with her?

No one could tell him the answer.

So, for quite a long time, he was caught in the struggle of whether to keep her or let her go.

Logic told him that no matter how amusing something was, if it became a hassle, it should be discarded, thrown far away, never to be seen again.

But when it came to matters of the heart, where was the logic?

Matthew Saxon suddenly felt a wave of frustration and turmoil.

This feeling of worrying over, being concerned for, anxious about, and troubled by someone was new to him.

An unfamiliar and novel experience, as troublesome as he imagined, or perhaps even more so.

"Scarlett Yates, what on earth should I do with you?"

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After waking from a nap, it was already dark.

Scarlett felt much more comfortable all over.

If only she had more than just a bowl of white porridge and two small side dishes placed in front of her, she’d be in an even better mood and feel even more at ease physically.

"Is this my dinner?" Being a nurse, she knew full well that one should eat light after a serious illness. But her palate was currently craving stronger flavors, and the sight of this bland porridge and side dishes did nothing for her appetite.

"The doctor said Miss Yates needs to keep to a light diet for some time and avoid greasy foods, all for her well-being." The maid placed the meal on the table and went to assist her from the bed.

Feeling soft and weak from days of nutritive drips, Scarlett’s stomach was empty, and she felt drained of energy. Even with the maid’s support, it was challenging to walk.

She managed to reach the table with great effort.

The short distance was enough to make beads of sweat pop out on her forehead.

She looked wistfully at the extremely bland dinner on the table, smacked her lips, and muttered with a frown, "This is far too bland, there’s not even a drop of oil to be seen."

The maid comforted her with a smile, "Miss Yates, please bear with it. Once you’re better, there’s nothing you can’t eat. The master specially instructed the kitchen to prepare this; he really cares for you."

What? Ian Douglas specifically instructed this?

Why did she feel that Ian Douglas was deliberately causing trouble?

The maid genuinely believed that Ian Douglas was fond of her, watching her with envious eyes, thinking he went to the trouble of instructing even such a trivial matter like her meal.