Scarlett Yates held the pen in her hand, lowered her head, and stared at the spot where she was supposed to sign for a few seconds before slowly looking up at him.
Matthew Saxon asked again, "Does your hand hurt? If you can't sign, we can come back tomorrow."
She had already come, the pen was in her hand, and it was a matter that could be settled with just a few words. How could Scarlett wait until tomorrow to do it?
"I'm fine, it's just signing a name, no need to come back tomorrow." After saying this, she lowered her eyes and continued to write.
She wrote slowly, one stroke at a time, her expression both serious and devout, as if she were doing something incredibly sacred.
In Scarlett's heart, marriage was indeed a sacred thing, and no matter which step it was, she never intended to be careless about it.
After finishing the last stroke, she suddenly felt a sense of myriad emotions welling up inside her.
