Chapter 1533: I Want Your Promise

Chapter 1533: Chapter 1533: I Want Your Promise

But his promises were like blank checks, never fulfilled for her.

Not only did he fail to take good care of her, but he also let her suffer a lot of hardships and grievances. Before he could make amends, she was suddenly expected to marry someone else for him.

When all’s said and done, aside from his so-called promises, what has he truly done for her?

"Promise me, get rid of this thought immediately." Seeing her silent, he reached out to pinch her jaw, raising it to a level where their eyes could meet, his eyes as deep and dark as the night sky fixed on hers. "I’d rather become paralyzed than have you marry Maxwell Saxon, do you hear me?"

"I won’t allow you to marry him. You are mine." He declared possessively, as if trying to prove something urgently, as his cold lips pressed against hers.

Scarlett Yates first struggled a little: "Mm, Matthew Saxon... you..."

But it was better if she didn’t struggle, as the moment she did, Matthew Saxon’s emotions became even more intense. He cradled her head, holding it in place, not allowing her to move, his icy lips anxiously ravaging hers, infusing all his unease, anger, heartache, and worry into this abnormal kiss.

As the kiss went on, Scarlett gradually became more compliant. Gradually, she stopped struggling, and instead slightly raised her head to willingly endure his storm-like, urgent and rough kiss.

Matthew’s kiss was very savage, without a trace of gentleness.

The anxiety and worry within him, along with an inexplicable fear, tormented his fragile nerves.

He had a very bad feeling inside.

He always felt as if he might lose her.

Even though, at this very moment, she was obediently nestled in his arms, so close, it couldn’t dispel the inexplicable fear and worry in his heart.

Scarlett, from her initial passivity, gradually became proactive, reaching up to hook her arms around his neck, starting to respond to his kiss in her own way.

Her reaction was quite awkward, but Matthew could sense her proactiveness.

He was slowly soothed, the abnormal emotions gradually stabilizing, as the storm-like kiss turned into gentle, tender pecks.

After a long, long time passed.

So long that Scarlett felt she was about to suffocate again, Matthew slowly released her.

He gently rested his forehead against hers.

Their breathing was somewhat rapid, somewhat erratic.

Matthew took a few deep breaths, raising a hand to smooth her disheveled bangs before gently kissing her on the temple, his voice hoarse and low, carrying a special tenderness only when facing her: "Scarlett, I need you to promise me now, you will never marry Maxwell Saxon. Can you assure me right now?"

Promises are not necessarily reliable, the world changes easily, many things cannot be decided or influenced by a single sentence. But he was now desperately seeking her assurance, as if only this could grant him some peace of mind.

"Matthew Saxon, I..."

His pale, slender fingers pressed against her lips, his Peach Blossom Eyes glowing with a captivating gleam: "Scarlett, I need your promise, right now."

She paused, her voice also harshly hoarse: "Is my promise really that important?"

He nodded: "To me, it is."

"Does it have to be this way?"

"Yes." He nodded resolutely, his expression leaving no room for negotiation.