"Who said I’m going back on my word?" There’s no way Matthew Saxon would admit he’s an Old Sly Devil.
He squinted his eyes, "Just that it’s getting late now. We should head out, and we’ll discuss these minor things when we return."
This damned woman, full of cunning.
She’s already bitten two wounds into his arm, and it seems that wasn’t enough. Is she planning to leave another bloody mark?
Initially, he thought she was a disobedient little wildcat. Now he knows, she’s clearly a fierce little leopard.
"That’s not happening." Scarlett Yates wouldn’t let such a good opportunity slip away.
She grinned, looked at Matthew Saxon’s hand tucked in the bag, and smiled sinisterly, "Young Master, you’re always making excuses. You don’t want to renege, do you? Just let bite once — how much ti could that waste? If Young Master is afraid of pain, just admit it openly. I won’t force it."
Though her words said so, there was no intention of giving up in her eyes, and her small figure blocking his path didn’t budge.
Matthew Saxon stared at her for a few seconds and then reluctantly curled his lips, "Looks like if I don’t let you bite once today to appease you, you won’t let go."
Scarlett Yates snorted softly, "This is clearly sothing Young Master agreed to personally. How did it beco being unreasonable now?"
Matthew Saxon wasn’t unfamiliar with unreasonable won.
So won, relying on his fondness for them, would throw a little tantrum here and there. But these won were smart, knowing his limits, understanding when to stop. Unlike Scarlett Yates, who was so headstrong.
Faced with situations like this, he could coldly brush off other won and simply walk away, but with Scarlett Yates...
Matthew Saxon was genuinely a bit helpless.
He couldn’t just abandon her like he did with other won, nor did he want to.
In his eyes, Scarlett Yates’s little bouts of temperant, though a bit troubleso, were oddly endearing.
"Scarlett Yates, aren’t you afraid you won’t get married in the future?"
Matthew Saxon sighed helplessly, shook his head, and said earnestly, "Won should be gentle and lovely to be likable. Like you, constantly wanting to bite like a little wildcat, only makes n avoid you."
"My lifelong matters don’t need Young Master’s concern. Anyway, Young Master isn’t going to marry . Whether I’m gentle or wild has nothing to do with Young Master."
Scarlett Yates had no interest in his heartfelt advice.
Marry?
This matter was too distant for her; she hadn’t even considered it.
While she didn’t know what kind of man she’d marry in the future, she was sure it wouldn’t be Matthew Saxon.
He always talks about gentle and lovely won, so his future wife must be soone gentle and lovely, right?
In his eyes, what kind of woman is considered gentle and lovely? Alice Green?
Thinking of that seemingly fragile woman who looked as if a gust of wind could blow her over, Scarlett Yates frowned.
The scenes from last night were still vivid.
As she was leaving, Alice Green was holding onto him, trembling in his arms like a weak and helpless little animal.
And him?
The woman who was soon to beco his sister-in-law held onto him tightly, and he didn’t even push her away.
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