Chapter 411: Chapter 411: Will Not Regret
Matthew Saxon was silent for a few seconds, seemingly deciding whether or not to forgive her.
Perhaps he found her apology genuinely sincere, so he decided to be gracious and forgiving, temporarily letting her off this ti.
He curled his lips into a smile, "So it was a joke, huh."
"Yes, it was a joke."
"Oh, then it seems it was just a misunderstanding."
"That’s right, a misunderstanding."
"So..." His eyebrows raised again, his slanted eyes looking at her, as if wondering what she really wanted to say.
Scarlett Yates smiled sweetly, "So, that thing you said earlier about having soone carve a puppet for
still stands, right?"
Matthew Saxon knew all too well why she’d been flattering him with sweet words for so long; if he said he changed his mind now, she’d likely jump up in anger.
He couldn’t quite understand why she was so enamored with a few pieces of wood.
Back then, she did like the golden abacus a lot, but not to this extent.
"It’s a small matter, I won’t go back on my promise to you."
After saying this, he smiled, reached out, and pressed the service bell on the table, and soon soone opened the door and entered.
The person who entered was the sa one who initially greeted them at the door. According to Matthew Saxon, this person was essentially the private butler here, exclusively serving the visiting young elites.
After listening to Matthew Saxon’s request, the person turned to look at Scarlett Yates for a second, seemingly sizing her up, then quickly withdrew his gaze.
After the person left, Scarlett Yates, curious, couldn’t help but ask Matthew Saxon, "Why was he looking at
just now?"
Matthew Saxon chuckled, walked over to her, stretched out his hand, and lifted her up again. As he walked, he said, "Because you are the first person to request a wood carving."
Rosewood carvings aren’t rare or hard to find; it’s the person who carves them that is rare.
Scarlett Yates was stunned, "I’m the first?"
Matthew Saxon placed her on a nearby soft couch.
The room was equipped with a dining area and a resting area; behind a classical screen was a window-side resting area.
Outside the carved wooden windows lay a lotus pond.
This ti of year was the season when lotus flowers were in full bloom, and under the moonlight, the water lilies in the pond were breathtakingly beautiful.
The couch was covered with a layer of comfortable padding, making it extrely pleasant to lie on.
On the couch was a low table, and on the table was an exquisite tea set. A fragrant aroma wafted from the gap of the purple clay teapot’s lid.
The tea had been brewed earlier in the day, kept warm there so they could drink tea and chat while admiring the lotus flowers outside after the al.
Matthew Saxon sat down across from her, leaning lazily against the wall, picked up the teacup on the table with one hand, and poured himself a cup of tea to drink.
"Not only are you the first to ask, but you’re also the first to have the Boss personally carve a wood sculpture for you." As he drank his tea, he half-closed his eyes, displaying a lazy deanor like so sort of animal.
"The Boss?" Scarlett Yates looked surprised, "The Sculpture Master you’re talking about is the Boss here?"
She didn’t overlook the two words Matthew Saxon used earlier: "personally request."
For soone worth those words from him, their status must be extraordinary.
Having soone with such an extraordinary status serve as a Sculpture Master to carve a puppet for her made Scarlett Yates suddenly feel that even though the puppet hadn’t been carved yet, it was already valuable.
Her curiosity grew as she asked, "Is the Boss here very impressive?"
Matthew Saxon looked up at her, curled his lips, and said, "You could say that."
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