Matthew Saxon was silent for a few seconds, seemingly deciding whether or not to forgive her.
Perhaps he found her apology genuinely sincere, so he decided to be gracious and forgiving, temporarily letting her off this time.
He curled his lips into a smile, "So it was a joke, huh."
"Yes, it was a joke."
"Oh, then it seems it was just a misunderstanding."
"That's right, a misunderstanding."
"So..." His eyebrows raised again, his slanted eyes looking at her, as if wondering what she really wanted to say.
Scarlett Yates smiled sweetly, "So, that thing you said earlier about having someone carve a puppet for me still stands, right?"
Matthew Saxon knew all too well why she'd been flattering him with sweet words for so long; if he said he changed his mind now, she'd likely jump up in anger.
He couldn't quite understand why she was so enamored with a few pieces of wood.
Back then, she did like the golden abacus a lot, but not to this extent.
