Matthew Saxon had never felt so insecure before, wanting to seek reassurance through that thin little red book.
"But…" Scarlett Yates lowered her head and her voice, speaking with a hint of grievance and bitterness, "You're still suspicious of me and Maxwell Saxon… Matthew, do you really think it's necessary for us to register for marriage right now?"
Matthew's expression changed slightly, his eyebrows furrowing.
"You simply don't believe me, even if we got married, how long would it last?" Her voice lowered further, as if she was murmuring to herself.
This matter would always remain a knot in their hearts, every time they thought about it, they'd feel uncomfortable inside.
A long silence ensued.
Scarlett felt as though a century had passed, when in reality, it had been only a minute.
