Matthew Saxon watched her puff up her cheeks in anger and couldn’t help but chuckle, "So, you called here because you want?"
Scarlett Yates imdiately put on a pitiful look and gazed at him, "Young Master, can we change the food a bit?"
"It’s not impossible, but..." His thin lips curled up, and a sly smile flashed in his eyes.
"But what?" Hearing that there was room for negotiation, Scarlett excitedly grabbed his hand.
She didn’t even realize what she was doing until she tried to pull her hand away, only for Matthew Saxon to hold it firmly.
He captured her soft little hand in his palm, "From now on, you need to change how you address . No more calling Young Master."
It sounded distant, and he didn’t like it.
"If I don’t call you Young Master, then what should I call you?" Scarlett was taken aback.
For so long, ever since she first t him, she had gotten used to calling him that. Asking her to change it left her unsure of what else to say?
"Officially, we are boyfriend and girlfriend, so naturally, the way we address each other should be more intimate. This way, it won’t raise any suspicion."
It sounded sowhat reasonable, but how could she address him to make it sound more intimate?
Should she call him Matthew?
She would sotis call him that, but always felt awkward about it.
Especially if she had to call him that in private, it would feel even more awkward.
"It’s up to you, you can call by my na, or sothing even closer..."
"Even closer?"
He suddenly leaned in front of her, his Peach Blossom Eyes charmingly blinking, "Haven’t you already called that? Although we’re not married yet, getting used to future titles isn’t a bad idea, right, wifey?"
Boom...
Her face felt like it was on fire, turning as red as a boiled shrimp.
"That, that was just a joke."
Back then, seeing him so smug, she suddenly had a mischievous urge to pretend to be his wife and drive away the won around him.
When she jokingly called him husband during her prank, she didn’t feel embarrassed at all.
But now...
Seeing her looking like she wanted to crawl into a shell to hide, Matthew Saxon, though amused by teasing her, decided not to continue.
This girl had thin skin; one had to know when to stop.
If he really made her mad, it wouldn’t be fun anymore.
So, after a mont of silence, he sighed, as if regretfully, "A joke? What a pity."
"Young Master, do you really..."
His brows imdiately furrowed, "Hmm?"
Why was she still calling him Young Master?
Scarlett, seeing his glare, quickly changed her words, "Matthew Saxon, will you agree or not?"
It’s just a al! Does it really need such careful consideration?!
He was clearly teasing her on purpose.
Although Matthew Saxon wasn’t too satisfied with the full na calling, compared to the title Young Master, he reluctantly accepted it.
He thought for a mont, "There’s a nice little restaurant nearby. Want to go?"
"Yes!" She nodded her head like a pecking chicken.
"But I’m not very mobile right now..." Scarlett, thinking about how feeble she was, needing soone to help her walk, puffing after just a few steps, furrowed her brow.
While a woman’s frailty might easily invoke a man’s protective instincts, she was quite displeased with her current physical state.
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