Chapter 1157: Chapter 1157: Isn’t This a Bit Too Willful?
The Young Master of his household has never been incapable of love; he just hasn’t met a woman who moves him yet.
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Amidst the swirling snowstorm, when the road conditions weren’t too bad, they arrived at their destination right on time after three hours.
As soon as the car stopped, Scarlett Yates woke up by herself, very timely.
She rubbed her eyes and sat up, seeing that George had already opened the car door and got out first.
She blinked, drowsily looking at Matthew Saxon, her voice still hoarse from just waking up: "Have we arrived?"
"Yes." Matthew glanced outside, got out of the car, opened an umbrella, and extended a hand to Scarlett: "Come down slowly, the road is slippery, be careful."
The path to the temple was paved with stones, covered in moss, and slick from the rain, making the entire path particularly slippery.
George, holding a powerful flashlight, walked ahead, followed by Scarlett and Matthew.
Afraid she might fall, Matthew almost carried her in his arms as they walked, his arm tightly wrapped around her waist.
In such weather and at this hour, there were hardly any visitors here; when looking around, it seemed the only living beings in sight were the three of them.
The surroundings were silent, with only the sound of their footsteps breaking the stillness.
Though Matthew held the umbrella, when the wind blew, the snow drifted in slanting sprays, soaking most of Scarlett’s face with icy, bone-chilling snow.
She looked up at Matthew and found he was not faring much better, and his condition was even worse than hers.
Half of his face was wet, and more than half of his shoulder was drenched.
Because he had almost entirely sheltered her head with the umbrella, half of his body was exposed to the elements.
Suddenly, Scarlett wondered if she was being too capricious?
Knowing the weather was bad, yet still insisting on coming to this remote place at night.
The road was even more slippery than imagined, and from where they parked to the temple, they had to cross an arched stone bridge. The steps on the bridge were steep, and once on the bridge, Matthew held Scarlett even tighter, as if fearing she might fall off the bridge.
They walked very slowly, with George occasionally speaking up to remind them to be cautious.
In the swirling little snowflakes, there were street lamps on both sides of the stone path. Under the hazy light, the snowflakes dancing in the air looked like scattered dandelions, exuding a beauty completely different from the daytime.
Although the weather was a bit harsh, the snow scene at night was still very beautiful, especially being in the suburbs. Standing at the highest point of the stone bridge and looking down, one would feel like being in a dream.
Completely enveloped in Matthew’s embrace, Scarlett didn’t feel cold at all. Inside his coat, it was as if there was a heater, incredibly warm.
After walking for seven or eight minutes, they finally reached outside the temple.
In such weather, and so late, there were hardly any worshipers in the temple.
When they reached their ultimate destination, they found the gate of Mystic Hideaway Temple closed.
George knocked on the door for a long time before someone finally opened it.
It was a bald Monk who opened the door, and upon seeing them, hesitated for a moment before asking puzzledly, "Sir, you are..."
George politely explained the purpose of their visit. The Monk hesitated for a few seconds before letting them in.
A peace charm cost only a few dollars, and there were piles of them already made. The Monk, probably thinking they were sincere enough, didn’t give them from the pile of ready-made ones; instead, he took some talisman paper and made one on the spot. He seriously chanted a string of Buddhist Scriptures while writing. After finishing, he put the peace charm into an incense bag.
