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?"

What she really meant was that he didn’t truly like Scarlett.

If there hadn’t been that childhood engagement, he wouldn’t be marrying Scarlett at all.

Hearing this, Matthew’s brows knitted slightly.

His arm around Scarlett’s shoulders tightened. He turned his head and looked at her for a few seconds, a gentle smile flickering in his eyes.

He gazed at Scarlett with tender, doting eyes and said, enunciating each word, "No. I’m marrying her because I love her. Whether there’s a promise or not doesn’t matter. Even without that promise, I would still marry her."

The girl froze. "Love?"

A moment later, the girl left, utterly heartbroken.

Scarlett was still in a daze.

If she hadn’t heard wrong, she seemed to have just heard Matthew say he loved her?

He had said he liked her, said he cared about her, but he had never once said he loved her.

Even though that sentence—"I love her"—had been his answer to someone else, Scarlett’s heart still thudded hard in that instant.

In this lifetime, we might end up liking several people, but the one we truly love is only one.

Love is a feeling deeper and more profound than like.

After the girl left, Matthew rubbed her head and curved his lips. "Let’s go."

Scarlett nodded lightly, and the two of them continued walking down the street.

Actually, just now she really wanted to ask him whether those words had come from his heart, but after thinking it over, she still ended up not asking anything.

It was around noon when people got off work, so the street was quite crowded.

The traffic light ahead was flashing. Scarlett casually looked in the direction of the blinking light, and in the crowd waiting to cross the street, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

Her heart jolted, pounding twice in quick, heavy beats.

That figure...

She wasn’t sure if her eyes were playing tricks on her. She blinked, and when she looked over again, that figure was gone.

"What’s wrong?" Seeing her staring at the traffic light for so long, Matthew followed her line of sight, but after looking for a while, he didn’t see anything unusual.

Other than a bunch of unfamiliar faces, there was nothing special there.

Scarlett hurriedly pulled back her puzzled gaze, turned her head, and gave him a small smile, her expression calm. "It’s nothing. I just thought I saw a seafood porridge place across the street."

Hearing this, Matthew looked over at the opposite side of the street. Sure enough, he saw a seafood congee shop over there. Judging from the exterior, it wasn’t exactly high-end, but it didn’t look bad either.

"Let’s go eat at that place across the street."