"Is it really that good?" Scarlett Yates was half-doubting.
It was just a re ordinary grilled fish, yet it could make Matthew Saxon praise it endlessly. Truly rare.
He had such a picky appetite.
A person who grew up with privilege, his stomach was especially particular.
Matthew curved his lips, teasingly said, "Try it, and you’ll see."
Scarlett looked down at the fish in her bowl, thinking it was rare for Matthew to be gentlemanly, actually knowing how to serve her food.
Although he had done it before, it was in front of others with so acting involved.
But today, he shouldn’t need to put on a show anymore, right?
Under his peculiar gaze, she slowly took a couple of bites.
At first, she tried to maintain so lady-like elegance, eating in small bites, but later, she couldn’t control her mouth anymore.
By the end of the al, she had eaten two whole fish by herself.
"So, how is it?" Matthew saw her leaning back full, and asked with restrained laughter.
Watching this woman eat was actually a very enjoyable thing.
As if sothing originally only seven out of ten delicious, when it entered her mouth, she could taste it to the maximum.
Eating with her, unconsciously, you would be influenced by her; suddenly, the usual food seed much more delicious.
"It truly deserves its reputation," Scarlett contentedly patted her belly.
Finally, she had a delicious, satisfying al.
When one’s desire for food is satisfied, the mood improves significantly.
Scarlett was in such a mood now; even Matthew looked much more pleasing to her eyes.
She smiled and said, "Thank you, Young Master, for the fish. It allowed to taste such a delicious al."
"Just verbal thanks, not sincere. If you really want to thank , why not take actual action," Matthew lazily lounged back in his chair, head tilted, eyes half-closed, like a fox basking in the sun after eating and drinking its fill.
Hmm, should say it’s a demon fox.
A fox demon that has cultivated into human form, otherwise, how could it possess such a devilish face.
A warm breeze swept in from the sea and gently brushed against Scarlett’s cheeks and her long hair draped over her shoulders.
She leaned sideways into the chair, turning her head as if gazing at the vast, endless sea, "Young Master, why did you think of coming to this island?"
Because she was turned sideways to him, he couldn’t see the expression on her face.
Her heart was racing as she asked these things.
She was a coward, very timid.
She didn’t dare to ask him while looking into his eyes.
"Soone told to co."
"Soone?"
"Yes."
"Who is that person?"
"A person who lives in my heart, very much like another , who often makes decisions on my behalf without asking."
"So the Young Master really listens to him, aren’t you afraid his decisions might be wrong?"
"Most of the ti, he’s right, so I usually respect his decisions."
After a mont of silence, Scarlett bit her lip and softly asked, "Then why did he want the Young Master to co?"
"He said if I didn’t co, soone would be furious enough to die. Although that person is usually silly and clumsy, and always likes to bicker with , it would still be a pity if they truly died."
Another mont of silence, Scarlett’s voice carried a hint of anger, "So, the Young Master is a Bodhisattva at heart?"
Matthew laughed, "If that girl were to truly die, I would indeed find it hard to bear."
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