The girl stared straight at Matthew Saxon, her eyes seeming to glimmer with tears, looking very upset. She bit her lip and asked, "Young Master Saxon, I'm your fan. I've liked you for so many years. I want to ask you, y-you're really going to marry her?"
She reached out and pointed at Scarlett Yates. "Are you really engaged to her since childhood, some kind of baby betrothal?"
In the past, if someone suddenly jumped out and questioned him like this, especially a complete stranger off the street, Matthew's face would have instantly darkened.
But he'd been in a very good mood lately, so he'd become a lot more tolerant and magnanimous.
Even though the girl's abrupt behavior made him feel a bit uncomfortable, he still answered her with a smile, "Yes, I'm going to marry her."
The girl's eyes shimmered even more, as if she was about to burst into tears. She bit her lip harder. "Th-then are you marrying her just because you have to keep your promise?"
