Chapter 811 No Time Left
“Since we’re getting married, it’s certainly not a sham marriage.” Matthew Saxon swirled the wine in his glass, holding it up to his eyes. His narrow phoenix eyes slightly squinted as he looked soulfully at the wine, beautiful as pomegranate juice, and said faintly, “If you agree, we can go get a marriage certificate right away. As for the wedding, if you don’t mind it being rushed, it can be held in a week.”
This news came so suddenly that Scarlett Yates couldn’t completely process it at once.
This marriage in name is not a sham marriage, but a real one where they go to the civil affairs bureau for a proper registration and obtain a marriage certificate.
In a certain sense, this would be a real marriage. Once they have the certificate, they would be a real couple.
Matthew Saxon spoke of the marriage in a very casual and simple manner.
He carried an indifferent attitude, as if he was merely fulfilling a wish, and it didn’t matter to him who he married.
If Roy Saxon liked Alexis Denton, or Alice Green, he would probably do the same.
“I’m sorry, this is too sudden. I can’t give you an answer right now, I…”
Scarlett Yates wanted to say she needed a few days to consider, but before she could finish, Matthew Saxon interrupted her: “There’s no time.”
He put down his wine glass, and with the glass no longer blocking her view, Scarlett Yates noticed a hint of hidden pain in his eyes.
“I need you to give me an answer now, Scarlett Yates. I know this request troubles you since asking you to marry a man you don’t love is hard for you to accept.” Toward the end, he gave a self-mocking smile.
The brilliant light fell into his eyes, but Scarlett Yates still felt that those once deep and alluring eyes had dimmed significantly.
“But I hope you can cooperate with me and put on a show. It won’t be long, maybe a month, or at most two months, and you’ll regain your freedom.”
“As long as you agree, you can make any conditions.”
Marriage isn’t child’s play, yet Matthew Saxon made it sound as simple as playing house as a child.
He didn’t even give her time to consider, demanding an immediate answer.
Scarlett Yates’s mind was in turmoil; ever since he mentioned marriage, she had been in a state of shock.
Matthew Saxon hadn’t forced her to say yes.
Yet for the first time, Scarlett Yates saw the imploring look in his eyes.
This man was begging her, although he didn’t say a word of plea, his eyes showed it.
Reject or accept?
A matter of mere moments, rejecting meant her life would remain unchanged, simple as she always imagined.
Accept? She’s not stupid; she knows very well that once she nods, many things won’t be as simple as he says.
Even if they’re only a couple in name, once labeled as the Saxon Family’s Young Madam, can she ever return to the past?
Reason told her she should firmly refuse.
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One hour later.
In the largest jewelry store in A City.
Hundred Nobles Jewelry is the largest and also the most expensive jewelry store in A City.
The jewelry here starts at least five figures, making it a noble in the world of jewelry compared to other stores.
“Welcome, sir and miss.”
A man and woman walked into the grand hall, and the staff immediately greeted them warmly, a professional smile on their face as they sweetly inquired, “May I ask you two…”
The woman remained silent, her head lowered, a bit preoccupied.