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After getting in the car, the heating was very warm, and soon Scarlett Yates felt cozy.
She lifted her head from Matthew Saxon’s embrace, blinked, and her face still had a dreamy expression: "We’ve got the marriage certificate, Matthew Saxon, so does that an we’re officially married now?"
Matthew Saxon nodded his smooth, handso chin: "Mm-hmm."
Since they’d obtained the certificate, they were undoubtedly married. At this mont, they were legally recognized as a married couple.
She was truly Matthew Saxon’s wife now.
"So my single days are officially over?" Scarlett Yates sighed a little, took a breath, and said as if regretting, "Other people from college to entering the workforce, in five or six years, can date several boyfriends. I only dated one and got married. Am I too unambitious?"
Just as she finished lanting, Matthew Saxon tapped her forehead, put on a stern face, pretending to be nacing: "Scarlett Yates, did you ever think about having more boyfriends?"
Isn’t that an indirect insult to him?
His woman, after being with him, still thinking about dating other boyfriends, isn’t this the greatest insult to his charm?
Scarlett Yates sighed again: "To suddenly go from a maiden to a married woman, that’s sothing you wouldn’t understand."
Everything was ssed up.
In her original plan, she intended to get married at the age of 28 and have a baby before thirty.
And in the years before marriage, she wanted to work hard for her career, to live a worry-free life through her own efforts.
She had plans for which year to buy a house, which year to buy a car, which year to get married, and which year to have children.
She even printed out a ten-year plan, filled it with everything she wanted, treating it as a list of tasks, crossing them off as she completed each.
But now, her plan had been disrupted.
It seed that all the plans she’d made were now in disarray.
She got married early, and married a super-rich husband, so as for a house and car, it seed she didn’t even need to work for them anymore.
Just the supplentary card Matthew Saxon gave her was more than enough to buy a house and a car.
Many of the goals she wanted to strive for before no longer required effort in the blink of an eye, and her life suddenly seed to lose much of its aning.
The more Scarlett Yates thought about it, the more she lanted, sighing repeatedly: "Matthew Saxon, can I take it back?"
Her forehead was tapped heavily again, as Matthew Saxon pulled out this little woman who had just gotten a marriage certificate and already started having regrets, showing a stern face, frowning, and feigning anger: "Scarlett Yates, do you dare to say it again, having regrets?"
Scarlett Yates sighed again, with a hint of grievance in her eyes, saying in a wistful tone: "They say n are different before and after marriage. Before marriage, a woman is a treasure, and after marriage, she’s grass. It’s really true. We’ve just gotten the certificate, and you’re already being so fierce with ."
"Matthew Saxon, do you think I’m already yours, so you don’t even bother to pretend anymore?"
Matthew Saxon’s eyebrow twitched: "Scarlett Yates, where have you heard all this nonsensical rubbish?"
Scarlett Yates snorted through her nose, dragging her tone long: "Hmph, that’s what everyone says. All crows under the sun are the sa. You n are all like this; once you’ve tricked soone, you just don’t care anymore."
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