Matthew Saxon lowered his head to look at her, his eyes gentle: "But, I'm afraid I'll have to put you out a little; we'll have to postpone our wedding again."
At a time like this, Scarlett Yates couldn't even think about the wedding.
She just hoped he would be okay; that was more important than anything else.
"Hasn't Uncle Saxon always wanted us to be together? When you and he come back together, having the blessings of the elders at the wedding will make it even happier."
Matthew didn't say anything, he just curved his lips, with a smile in his eyes, his expression a little peculiar. He pinched her cheek and smiled: "Still calling him Uncle Saxon, huh? Why can't you change the way you address him?"
She truly was used to it; if it weren't for his reminder, she wouldn't have noticed the issue with how she addressed him.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly corrected herself: "I hope you can come back together with Dad."
