"How could we possibly have any objections? The more people, the more lively it is. As long as Young Master Saxon is happy, that's what matters."
The women were all smart and observant, understanding that Matthew Saxon intended to keep Scarlett Yates around, so naturally, they wouldn't dampen his spirits.
"Exactly, it's so much more exciting with everyone sitting together."
"This young lady looks very young, probably younger than us. Would you mind if we call you 'sister'?"
The women were naturally social, and in the blink of an eye, they enthusiastically started calling her 'sister.'
The woman who had just been leaning against Matthew Saxon twisted her waist to get up, pulled Scarlett to sit beside her, looked at her with a smile, and said, "As soon as I saw you, sister, I felt so close to you. May I ask your name?"
The woman's hand was soft and smooth, like silk.
With such hands, if they rested on a man, there wouldn't be a man who wouldn't like it.
