"Alright, I promise you." Matthew Saxon stood up, walked over to sit beside her, held one of her hands, and said gently, "No matter how busy I get in the future, I won’t be so busy that I neglect to take care of myself. Even if not for me, for you, I need to take good care of my health. I’ve promised you that I’ll be with you for a lifetime, and I won’t break my word."

In the stillness of the night, under the warm light, the man sitting beside her...

Scarlett Yates felt very comforted.

She extended her other hand to cover Matthew Saxon’s hand, bit her lip, and said, "You have to fulfill the promises you made to me. No matter what, you must eat three meals a day on time. If you don’t, I’ll consider you a liar and never believe you again."

Matthew Saxon cupped her face with his hand, leaned closer, and rested his forehead against hers. His throat moved twice, and a low, joyful laugh accompanied by a gentle sigh sounded, "Alright, I’ll keep my promise."

"And..."

"Scarlett, don’t push your luck."

His warm breath fell, and Matthew Saxon’s lips gently touched down, blocking the words that were about to leave her mouth.

"Mmm..."

A moment later—

"Matthew Saxon, I’m hungry. I want to eat."

"Mm, I know, I know. Just a moment, it won’t be long."

The food on the table still emitted an enticing aroma, but to Matthew Saxon, this aroma no longer held any allure.

What kind of delicious food could compare to what he was savoring right now?

--

In the garden of Saxon Mansion.

Scarlett Yates hadn’t expected Matthew Saxon’s actions to be so swift. She mentioned the Purple Vine Tree, and soon forgot about it, but he had already instructed someone to plant the trees.

Right on the vacant plot she had talked about.

At that moment, two gardeners were securing stakes around the Purple Vine Trees to stabilize the newly planted trees.

Scarlett Yates walked around the Purple Vine Trees with interest, looked at the bare branches overhead, and asked skeptically, "Will they really bloom in spring?"

The gardener patted his chest confidently and said, "Yes, I’ve planted dozens of these trees. As long as I plant them, there will be no problem."

Scarlett Yates immediately envisioned a beautiful scene.

When spring arrives and the Purple Vine Trees bloom, she can open the window to see the cascading purple flowers. When the wind blows, the drooping flower branches will dance in the breeze, and the petals will flutter in the air. It would be incredibly beautiful.

Thinking about it, she felt very cheerful and said with a smile, "Uncle, can you teach me how to take care of them? I want to nurture these two trees myself."

This way, there would be a sense of accomplishment.

The gardener was momentarily stunned, seemingly surprised. Perhaps he thought it odd that someone about to become a Young Madam would forsake a pampered life to come and plant trees.

"Miss Yates, do you really want to take care of these two trees yourself?"

Scarlett Yates nodded, "Mm, teach me how to nurture them."

The gardener thought for a while and said, "Purple Vine Trees aren’t difficult to care for. If Miss Yates truly wants to nurture them herself, I’ll give you all the specific steps. As long as you follow what I say, you’ll definitely succeed."

After speaking, the gardener explained the general steps to her and mentioned that he would have someone print the detailed steps in document form for her.