The gentle, tender kiss ended. With a smile in his eyes, Matthew Saxon looked teasingly at her flushed little face, pinched her nose, and said, "We’ve already got our marriage certificate, and you still want to back out? Scarlett Yates, from now on, you’re not allowed to call by my full na anymore. You have to change how you address ."
They were already married, yet she still kept calling him by his full na—how was anyone supposed to feel the intimacy between them like that?
Scarlett was still a little dazed. eting his electrifying Peach Blossom Eyes, her brain simply stopped functioning properly. She panted lightly. "C-call you... what."
Matthew’s lips curled into a smile, his gaze especially soul-hooking. His Peach Blossom Eyes lifted, the outer corners tilting up as well, his smile seductively charming. "Call ’husband’ and let hear it."
Husband? Scarlett’s face flushed red in an instant.
"Scarlett, call once, let hear it." A faint cool touch landed on her chin as Matthew lifted her small face. His bewitching Peach Blossom Eyes looked down at her deeply, the pad of his thumb gently rubbing a circle along her jawline. He repeated, word by word, "Scarlett, I want to hear you call ’husband.’ Be good, call once and let hear it, alright?"
That low, llow, slightly hoarse voice was like a spell, carrying endless temptation—irresistible temptation—chipping away at the last of her restraint, little by little.
In this mont, she felt that whatever Matthew asked her to do, she would nod and agree.
His gaze really could steal a soul.
Half of her very being felt like it had been hooked away by him already.
"Matthew Saxon..." Her voice went soft, trembling slightly.
"Call ’husband.’" He frowned in displeasure and corrected her.
Scarlett’s face flushed again.
They were already married. Calling him "husband" was the most normal thing in the world.
But she still felt a bit shy. Those two simple words were already on the tip of her tongue, yet she just couldn’t seem to get them out.
It wasn’t that she was reluctant in her heart; she was just embarrassed.
Their dating phase had been very short. They had only been together a little while before getting married.
From girlfriend to fiancée, then from fiancée suddenly to wife—those identity shifts had taken only a few short months.
The leap in her status happened too quickly, with hardly any ti in between. She was still a bit unaccustod to it.
Just over an hour ago, she’d still been an unmarried young woman. An hour later, she’d already beco soone’s wife.
She needed so ti to adjust.
Even though they had already gotten their certificate and were a lawful, official couple, Scarlett still hadn’t quickly slipped into her new role. As soone’s wife, how exactly she was supposed to play this part—she didn’t have any clear idea in her heart at all.
Matthew wasn’t discouraged. He patiently continued to tease and coax her. "What’s there to be shy about? We’re already husband and wife. Co on, call ’husband’ first, let hear it, and you can slowly get used to it. From now on, we both need to try to accept our new identities. Changing how we address each other is the first step. Weren’t you always the bold one? How co now you don’t even dare to call soone?"
Under his gaze, tinged with temptation, anticipation, and encouragent, those two words rolled around the tip of her tongue. Her lips moved; she was just about to call out when the elevator chid with a ding and stopped at the floor Matthew had selected.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, they saw Lena Ayles standing outside.
She was holding a docunt envelope. When her eyes behind the lenses landed on Matthew, they lit up slightly, as if she’d finally breathed a sigh of relief; even her shoulders relaxed. She reported on the company’s situation imdiately, "President, the eting is about to start. Do we need to push the ti back a bit?"
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