When he heard he had to write a letter of guarantee, Charles Prescott was naturally unwilling. "You want me to write it right now? How am I supposed to do that?"
"Just type it out on your phone and send it to me on WeChat," Anne Sutton said, looking at him earnestly. "If you want me to trust you, you have to give me some peace of mind. Right?"
Charles Prescott looked at her, realizing she was truly...
'He was being so sincere, but she still refused to listen to him.'
Charles Prescott said softly, "Anne, why don't you trust me? This is just between you and me. How can we put it on WeChat?"
"Even on WeChat, only you and I will know about it. As long as you keep your promise, I won't show it to anyone. What's the matter? It seems to me that you're the one who doesn't trust *me*!"
Charles Prescott said, "Of course I'll do what I promised you. When have I ever broken my word? As for a written guarantee, that's completely pointless."
