Chapter 1535: This Is My Good Scarlett

Chapter 1535: Chapter 1535: This Is My Good Scarlett

She blinked and was silent for a while, her voice weak: "Then, I’ll only say the first sentence, okay? The rest... better not say it, saying too much feels insincere, like it’s just flowery language."

In over twenty years, she had never said anything so cheesy.

Just thinking about it made her whole body get goosebumps.

"No way," Matthew Saxon insisted forcefully, "You must say it, Scarlett. If you refuse, is it because you’re feeling guilty? Do you plan on secretly seeing Maxwell Saxon behind my back?"

Scarlett Yates immediately clarified: "No, I swear, I’ve never thought of that."

She’s being wronged!

He stared at her intently: "Then why won’t you tell me?"

"It’s just too cheesy," Scarlett said, her face reddening, biting her lip, drawing circles on his chest with one hand.

He caught her restless hand, holding it in his palm: "Which part is cheesy?"

Every part is cheesy!

"Dear husband..."

"What, am I not your dear husband in your heart?"

"...Yes."

"And, beloved one..."

He raised an eyebrow, pretending to be angry: "Am I not your beloved one?"

"...Yes."

"Go on, which other part is cheesy?"

"Alive, I’m yours; even dead, I’m still yours." How can someone be so domineering? She’s already dead, yet he still wants control over her. It’s just too possessive.

"Why, do you seem to disagree? Are you begrudging being mine, or do you have another option in mind?"

What an unreasonable man, how could he accuse her like that!

Her lips twitched: "No, being able to marry you, become your wife - Young Master Saxon’s wife - I’m indeed fortunate."

"There you go! You agree with everything I said, so why can’t you say it out loud?"

He was just going to force her to say it out loud. Before she could list other cheesy lines, he said them himself: "Besides, isn’t it that this lifetime you only want to marry me, only want to be with me, only want to give birth to my children?"

The blush on her face had just faded a bit when suddenly, it felt like a fire was lit on her face, making her cheeks red again.

Could he be less straightforward!

She knew that Second Young Master Saxon had seen countless people and was no longer some naive, innocent boy, but he should at least consider her feelings a bit, right?

"Scarlett Yates, you’ve personally nodded in agreement to all this, shared your thoughts, and now, isn’t it time you solemnly promise me?"

"..."

"Come on, I’m waiting."

Scarlett, forced with no choice, finally had to shamelessly repeat his words verbatim.

Her voice was very soft, almost like a mosquito’s buzz, but Matthew Saxon was very pleased.

"That’s my good Scarlett." He was content, showing a face of smug satisfaction, lowered his head to kiss her corner of the lips, and stroked her head like petting a puppy, eyes full of affection.

Meeting his gentle and pampering gaze, Scarlett Yates felt that something was off.

She froze for a moment, then suddenly called his name softly, grasped his collar and shook it twice, excitedly saying: "Matthew Saxon, have you regained all your memories?"

A familiar look, familiar conversation, familiar feeling...