"Then why don't you know how to compromise? You'd rather take a beating than admit defeat? Scarlett, you're so stubborn, I really can't help but worry about you."
If only he could shrink her down and keep her in his pocket, it would be perfect. Then he could carry her with him everywhere and wouldn't have to worry about her being bullied.
Scarlett bit her lip tighter, "Your grandfather is determined to make things difficult for me. Even if I admit my mistakes, he still might not let me off."
"Matthew Saxon, don't you understand? He's dissatisfied with me; he thinks I'm not good enough for you. When someone dislikes you, everything you do is wrong, even breathing." Scarlett's raspy voice held a hint of despondence.
In any case, a marriage not blessed by elders does carry a bit of regret.
For Matthew Saxon, these weren't problems at all.
He comforted her, saying, "It's me who will live with you in the future. No matter how many objections he has, it doesn't matter."
