Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 816: A Very
Scarlett Yates felt a bit stifled inside, said nothing, and just shook her head.
The ring was quickly packaged.
The store clerk took the card from Matthew Saxon’s hand with extreme respect, her smile blooming like a flower as she turned around.
And why not? Selling this pair of rings would earn her a substantial bonus, how could she not be happy?
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"Miss, sir, goodbye, and I wish you a long and loving life together."
After they got in the car, Scarlett watched the store clerk bowing at a ninety-degree angle by the door. It wasn’t until Matthew Saxon had driven about ten meters away that she turned and went back inside.
A long and loving life together...
The clerk’s blessing still echoed in her ears. It was meant to be a sincere wish, but for Scarlett and Matthew, it felt a bit ironic.
"What kind of wedding do you like?"
Matthew turned on the music, glanced at her, and casually asked.
The gentle, beautiful music flowed like a moonlit stream, enveloping the city at night. Under the cover of night, many things could be hidden away. Scarlett also concealed the disappointment in her heart, looked up, and smiled at him: "Western or traditional is fine, but if it could be held in a church, that would be nice too."
Matthew secretly took note of her words.
It seemed that after all, she preferred a Western-style wedding.
To have a wedding in a church, one of the couple needs to be a believer, and neither he nor Scarlett were.
But it wasn’t necessary to hold it in a church; there were better places.
Scarlett’s words allowed him to realize that, like all young girls, she also preferred a fairytale-like romantic wedding.
Probably every young girl carries a princess dream in her heart, fantasizing about being a princess and marrying a prince someday.
"A Western wedding sounds good, so let’s do a Western one." He didn’t have any other requirements for the wedding, it was mainly about her preference.
If she liked traditional, then it would be traditional; if she liked a dreamy fairytale wedding, he’d give her a fairytale dream.
"Have you thought about whom to invite?" Matthew turned the car onto a plane-tree-lined street.
The street was long, with plane trees planted along both sides, these trees had been growing for years, tall and lush, their branches intertwining to form a natural canopy.
In summer, many people walked down this street because the leaves provided shade, making this spot cooler while other places were sweltering.
But in winter, this place seemed somewhat desolate.
Large batches of leaves fell; cleaned by sweepers one day and thick layers covered the ground again the next, like a carpet.
Even with streetlights, the outside light couldn’t penetrate, so once night fell, it felt particularly dark and eerie.
Naturally, no one would dare to come here for a walk.
As Matthew’s car drove down this street, there wasn’t a single person around, nor another car.
The tires pressed against the thick leaves, making a crunching sound.
The road ahead was pitch-black, cold, and desolate, creating a very unsettling feeling.
Suddenly, Scarlett felt a twinge of unease.
She ignored Matthew’s words, leaned to look out the window, and frowned: "Can’t we take another road?"
"What’s wrong?" Matthew’s car continued to move forward at a steady pace, but as the headlights illuminated the layers of fallen leaves, Scarlett’s unease intensified.
