Scarlett Yates refused without a second thought, "No way."
Matthew Saxon chuckled, moved his hand, and the wooden carving ended up in his palm, "Then this wooden carving is mine."
"No way!" Her eyes turned red with urgency.
How could he be so shameless? Making promises and then going back on his word so casually.
"Then kiss me once."
Scarlett bit her lip tight, "You are untrustworthy, going back on your word. This is not gentlemanly behavior!"
Matthew snorted indifferently, "I never said I was a gentleman."
"What will it take for you to give me the wooden carving?" She glared at him furiously.
Matthew sat up straight at ease, "I've already stated my condition."
Scarlett's eyes almost shot fire, glaring at him angrily for a while. Then she looked at the wooden carving in his hand, incredibly conflicted, her forehead creased into a knot, her mind engaged in an intense internal battle.
After thinking for a while, she steeled herself, gritted her teeth, "You, close your eyes!"
