So, after thinking it over, the mont the elevator doors opened, Scarlett Yates bravely said to Matthew Saxon, "I’ll treat you to this movie. I’ll go buy the tickets later."
But Matthew Saxon was having none of it, glaring at her, "You just stay put and wait. How can I let a woman do sothing like queuing to buy tickets?"
He brought her here to make an impression. If he let her go buy the tickets while he lounged around, how would he make an impression?
When they reached the ticket counter, a considerable line had already ford.
The movie Matthew wanted to see was extrely popular and had been sold out every showing since it was released several days ago.
There was a seating area next to the ticket counter, and Matthew led Scarlett over to it. After seeing her sit down, he nodded in satisfaction and said, "Just wait here obediently for , and don’t run off, okay?"
Scarlett smiled, amused, "I’m not a three-year-old, why would I run off?"
She glanced over at the ticket counter, where the crowd was packed tight. It looked like it would take at least half an hour to get through.
She wondered if this spoiled Young Master had the patience to wait that long.
"Are you really going to queue to buy the tickets? Actually, I think it’s not a bad idea to just have the manager give you the tickets directly..."
"Why can’t I queue to buy tickets? Do you think I can’t even manage such a small task?"
What Maxwell Saxon could do, he could also do.
Matthew was aware of the ti Maxwell queued to buy train tickets, and precisely because he knew, he was determined to queue this ti.
He wanted Scarlett to know he wasn’t just soone who knew how to enjoy life. He could also slowly adapt to her way of living.
"Well, if you’re so determined to queue, then go ahead."
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Determined to queue, Matthew Saxon quickly joined the crowd buying tickets.
From where Scarlett was sitting, she could easily observe any change in expression on his face.
It was his first ti in such a place, and he was clearly uncomfortable, with his brows furrowed the entire ti.
With so many people around, the air was stuffy, and gradually, a trace of impatience appeared between his brows.
Among the movie-goers, there were mostly won, so unsurprisingly, he beca the focus of the opposite sex’s attention.
This attention made him even more impatient, and his brows furrowed more deeply.
Scarlett kept watching his face, and as she did, she couldn’t help but sigh.
Losing the privilege of effortlessly having everything done your way to adapt to a life where everything must follow rules is hard for anyone to adjust to, isn’t it?
Even though he had good intentions in adapting to her lifestyle, it was clear that he didn’t enjoy it.
Halfway through the queue.
Just when Scarlett thought Matthew Saxon’s patience was all but gone, the impatience on his brow slowly faded away.
In its place was a look of calm and composure.
This shift surprised Scarlett a little.
After a while, it was finally Matthew Saxon’s turn.
The ticket seller maintained a polite smile and, like addressing other buyers, courteously asked, "Sir, which movie would you like to watch?"
Matthew pointed at the screen, "This one."
"Alright, there are ten seats left. Which seat would you prefer, sir?"
Matthew looked down, seeing that besides the six seats in the front row, the remaining four seats were at the very back row.
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