With each word she said, Scarlett Yates's face turned a shade uglier, and by the time she finished her sentence, his expression was downright unpleasant.
Her brow furrowed tightly, her gaze heavy, clearly upset: "Scarlett, what do you mean, you don't want to marry me anymore?"
"When I was in Fort City, I heard that Uncle Saxon's health was improving, so there's no need for us to marry so soon."
Honestly, their relationship was developing a bit fast.
They hadn't been dating for long before planning to jump straight into marriage.
Scarlett was a bit frightened by this situation.
Their emotional foundation wasn't stable; right now, they mainly saw each other's strengths. She was truly afraid that, as others said, they would find each other wonderful while dating, but be disappointed in each other's flaws when living together for real.
She felt that they could put off marriage for now and try dating first.
After all, this suggestion wouldn't really be a loss for him.
