She blinked and was silent for a while, her voice weak: "Then, I'll only say the first sentence, okay? The rest... better not say it, saying too much feels insincere, like it's just flowery language."
In over twenty years, she had never said anything so cheesy.
Just thinking about it made her whole body get goosebumps.
"No way," Matthew Saxon insisted forcefully, "You must say it, Scarlett. If you refuse, is it because you're feeling guilty? Do you plan on secretly seeing Maxwell Saxon behind my back?"
Scarlett Yates immediately clarified: "No, I swear, I've never thought of that."
She's being wronged!
He stared at her intently: "Then why won't you tell me?"
"It's just too cheesy," Scarlett said, her face reddening, biting her lip, drawing circles on his chest with one hand.
He caught her restless hand, holding it in his palm: "Which part is cheesy?"
Every part is cheesy!
"Dear husband..."
"What, am I not your dear husband in your heart?"
"...Yes."
"And, beloved one..."
