Matthew Saxon watched her puff up her cheeks in anger and couldn't help but chuckle, "So, you called me here because you want?"
Scarlett Yates immediately put on a pitiful look and gazed at him, "Young Master, can we change the food a bit?"
"It's not impossible, but..." His thin lips curled up, and a sly smile flashed in his eyes.
"But what?" Hearing that there was room for negotiation, Scarlett excitedly grabbed his hand.
She didn't even realize what she was doing until she tried to pull her hand away, only for Matthew Saxon to hold it firmly.
He captured her soft little hand in his palm, "From now on, you need to change how you address me. No more calling me Young Master."
It sounded distant, and he didn't like it.
"If I don't call you Young Master, then what should I call you?" Scarlett was taken aback.
For so long, ever since she first met him, she had gotten used to calling him that. Asking her to change it left her unsure of what else to say?
