When he turned around, Matthew Saxon had already tidied up and was sitting there looking at her with a mysterious gaze.
Scarlett Yates slowly walked over, took the bedpan from his hand, then went to the bathroom to empty it. She washed it thoroughly before bringing it back.
Everything was cleaned up, and when she looked up, Matthew was still watching her, his long Peach Blossom Eyes half-closed, with the same inscrutable expression, as if he were studying some new discovery.
Scarlett met his gaze for a few seconds, blinked, and directly asked, "Is there something you want to ask me?"
"Yes." Matthew was straightforward as well. Since she asked, he didn't beat around the bush, "How did we meet, and why did we get married?"
Seeing his interest in past events, Scarlett organized her thoughts, sat on the bed, and after a moment, slowly said, "Our families arranged our engagement when we were very young."
