Chapter 834: Chapter 834: No Backing Out on Your Promise
She dared not think further.
Because just imagining the worst outco would make her heart ache like a knife.
"Really? Will the wedding go on as scheduled?" she bit her lip, her eyes red, choking up as she spoke.
"Yes, it will definitely happen." Matthew Saxon kissed her forehead again, gently ruffling her hair, and gazed deeply into her eyes. "Alright, go with him now."
Scarlett Yates’s eyes revealed a reluctant gaze, her eyes red, her dark pupils shimring with tears, ready to fall. She bit her lip hard, trying her best to hold back, her nose turning red from the effort.
She held his hand tightly, her fingers intertwined with his.
Her worry, fear, and unease were all written on her face.
She had never expressed her feelings so clearly and explicitly in front of him.
Because she was afraid of getting hurt in love, she always hid her true emotions, even when a little bit would slip out occasionally, it was never too much.
But at this mont, Matthew felt her intense emotions for the first ti.
She was worried about him; she was afraid sothing bad would happen to him. This worry and fear were written all over her face and in her eyes.
Matthew’s heart beca incredibly soft all at once.
All along, he couldn’t be sure about her feelings for him.
But now, he was more certain than ever that she liked him too.
In this ga of strategy, he had calculated many things, but he had not calculated that it could force out her true feelings.
This surprise surpassed everything else.
"Miss Yates, is it ti to leave?"
The man with sunglasses had been waiting for a long ti, seeing the two were still clinging to each other, reluctant to part. He frowned, a bit impatient.
He couldn’t bear all the love and affection; he could understand won being caught up in these emotions, but a man behaving like a woman, valuing these feelings so heavily every day—what good could co of it?
No wonder this second Young Master almost had his own inheritance taken away.
Can a man who is idle all day, indulging in frivolities and sensual pleasures, be regarded well?
Yet such an incompetent person could control a big enterprise like Seymour’s; it seed too unfair. What would those capable and hardworking think?
No wonder that elder Young Master wanted to take his place.
If you ask him, anyway, that elder Young Master is also Roy Saxon’s son. Seymour falling into his hands wouldn’t an handing it over to an outsider.
Besides, only with Maxwell Saxon managing Seymour could it be sustainable. If it were handed over to Matthew Saxon, with the ways of this wastrel, even the largest fortune would be squandered by him.
Scarlett Yates was very clear that whether or not she wanted to leave was not up to her at all.
She was akin to a "prisoner" now, with no say whatsoever.
No matter how polite the other side seed, it was rely a surface-level politeness. If she really took it seriously, they would turn hostile in the very next second.
She looked up with tear-stained eyes, gazing deeply at Matthew Saxon, engraving his handso face deeply into her mind.
Matthew Saxon’s gaze was gentle like water, and his long, slender Peach Blossom Eyes were also deeply fixed on her.
Scarlett Yates suddenly hooked her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, lowered his head, and kissed his alluring, thin lips hard.
"I will be waiting for you to give
a grand wedding, Matthew Saxon, you promised , you must not break your word."
For a mont, Matthew truly didn’t want her to leave.
His eyes turned deep, his beautiful Peach Blossom Eyes radiating tenderness, and with strength greater than hers, he kissed her back.
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