Matthew Saxon’s brows furrowed deeply, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the rabbit ear headband in Scarlett Yates’ hand as if staring at a mortal enemy, his eyes filled with menace: "Scarlett, you want me to wear this thing?"

The delicate pink rabbit ears lay quietly in Scarlett Yates’ palm, soft and furry. When a girl wears them, they appear particularly cute. But when a man like Matthew Saxon wears them, it’s bound to attract even more attention.

Scarlett Yates nodded with a bright smile and reached out to tweak the rabbit ears twice, blinking seriously as she said, "Exactly, as long as you wear this and sell popcorn for an hour, I won’t be mad at you anymore."

Scarlett Yates tilted her head back, her gaze fixed on Matthew Saxon’s handsome face, and she started imagining how he would look wearing the headband.

As beautiful as he was, he would surely look amazing with the rabbit headband on.

She could guarantee that as soon as he stood by the popcorn booth, it would cause a sensation.

"No way." Without thinking, Matthew Saxon refused, "This is something women wear. How can I wear it?"

Absurd, utterly absurd.

Matthew Saxon thought he had spoiled her to the point of being reckless, which was why she dared to make such an absurd request in the first place.

"But you just said you would do whatever I asked. I knew men’s words were unreliable. I was foolish to believe you."

As soon as she heard his refusal, Scarlett Yates immediately changed her expression.

The smile disappeared completely from her face, and her small face became tense: "Forget it if you’re unwilling. I know you have a reputation to uphold, and doing this would ruin your dignity."

Matthew Saxon said with a headache: "Scarlett, anything but this..."

"No sincerity!"

"This is for women to wear..."

"Saying one thing and doing another, hypocritical!"

"People would laugh at a man wearing this."

"I’ll never trust your words again."

"Does it have to be this? Can’t you ask for something else?"

"Forced outcomes are never sweet, I won’t force you. Forget it, just pretend I didn’t say anything."

"Scarlett, don’t be like this, listen..."

"Scarlett..."

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Ten minutes later, on the sixth floor of Oceanic Plaza.

It wasn’t a weekend, but the sixth floor of Oceanic was crowded. As soon as one exited the elevator, you could see that the usual snack booth was swarmed with people.

The line at the booth was long.

Most of those in line were women, and whatever had happened had them all excited, faces flushed red, gesturing animatedly.

Click, click, the sound of taking pictures kept ringing, and suppressed screams of women were occasionally heard from the crowd.

"He’s so handsome, oh my god, I never knew men could look so good wearing headbands like this. He’s beautiful and adorable."

"Yes, yes, he’s super cute. Those fuzzy ears are so cute, he looks even better than a girl wearing them, and not feminine at all."

"Is that really Matthew Saxon? How is he wearing a rabbit ear headband and selling popcorn?"

"I heard he’s doing it to make his fiancée happy, the Cinderella marrying into a wealthy family."

"Wow, he spoils her so much? He’s even willing to disregard his dignity for her?"

The crowd was in heated discussion, and the sales of popcorn were booming.

Popcorn that would usually take a day to sell out was gone in less than an hour.

What, no more popcorn? How about soda, is there any left?