She felt she hadn't mistaken him, but she couldn't believe that the eldest son of the Saxon Family would be sitting on the same train as her, in the same carriage, just across from her!
Was she really not dreaming?
"I am Maxwell Saxon, miss, is there anything I can help you with?" Although he just mentioned that most women didn't leave much of an impression on him, Maxwell Saxon was always polite and well-mannered in front of others. After a slight smile, he looked at the girl gently.
The girl was taken aback, then turned to look at her companion.
Her companion was also stunned. The two of them stared at each other wide-eyed for a few seconds before letting out an excited scream.
Their excited and thrilled scream drew the attention of those around them.
The two girls covered their mouths, their faces flushed with excitement, their eyes shining like light bulbs, "Wow, you really are Maxwell Saxon! Oh my, I'm not dreaming, am I?"
