Scarlett Yates’ goosebumps appeared again.

The blush on her face had just faded, only to reappear, like bright peach blossoms blooming on her face.

Her face was crimson, and there was a hint of anger in her dark eyes. She bit her lip and growled softly, "Matthew Saxon, can you... can you not make such disgusting sounds in my ear."

Can she still enjoy this meal?

"Scarlett, I’ve heard many women describe my voice. Some say it’s sexy, some say it’s full of magnetism, and some say it’s as rich and elegant as a violin. But so far, you’re the only one who says my voice is disgusting."

"Considering you often say the opposite of what you mean, I’ll just take this as you also find my voice very pleasant and charming."

Scarlett Yates: "..."

A spoonful of shrimp was brought to Scarlett’s lips.

Scarlett didn’t move at all, furrowed her brows, and her low complaint suppressed a trace of anger: "Matthew Saxon, I told you, a lot of people are watching us; be discreet, be discreet, do you even understand what discreet means!"

The spoon still hovered by her lips, and Matthew Saxon grinned, "Scarlett, if you don’t like me feeding you this way, I can change to another method..."

As he spoke, he took a piece of shrimp into his mouth and leaned towards her.

Scarlett’s expression changed, she opened her mouth, and very quickly ate all the shrimp from the spoon.

Matthew Saxon’s head was only four or five centimeters from hers.

He sighed wistfully, "Actually, I prefer this method..." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Scarlett wiped her mouth, thinking of how he used such a despicable way to threaten her, she fumed, "Matthew Saxon, has anyone ever told you that you’re shameless."

Matthew Saxon’s eyes curved, smiling like a demon, as another spoonful of porridge was brought to her lips, "Actually, I could be even more shameless, do you want to try?"

Behind them, intense gazes like X-rays were fixed on Scarlett.

The sneaky onlookers seemed eager to see through her inside and out, their eyes clung to her, passionately interested in the couple’s display of affection."

Snap, snap.

The sound of cameras clicked tirelessly.

Scarlett could already guess that tomorrow, among the many news stories in the entertainment section, there would definitely be a piece about Matthew Saxon feeding her.

She even thought of the headline: President of Seymour dines with fiancée; the two are inseparable, engaging in a sweet feeding play during the meal, drawing the attention of citizens.

Then, the article would feature so-called emotional experts analyzing the couple’s relationship prospects, along with astrological predictions, examining their birth dates, zodiac signs, astrological signs, including blood types in detail.

After feeding half a bowl of porridge, Matthew Saxon handed the spoon to Scarlett, his dazzling eyes fixed on her, a smile on his lips: "Scarlett, it’s your turn to feed me."

Scarlett’s hand shook, "..."

Is he not tired of this feeding act?

Matthew Saxon slightly parted his lips, his thin lips curving again, "I’m hungry; if you don’t feed me, I’ll have to fill my stomach my own way."

As he spoke, his scorching gaze unabashedly fell on her face, slowly moving down, finally resting on her lips.

Scarlett’s hand shook again, "..."