Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Chapter 158 The Meaning of Purple Hyacinths in Floriography

On the island.

Sarah Cox was out in the sun today. The reason is that she felt that the baby needed plenty of sunlight.

Therefore she wanted a sunbath.

“I’m not going into the water. I’m a little scared.”

Matthew Scott was leading her towards the water, but she didn’t dare. If she choked, she wouldn’t be

the only one in trouble.

“Okay, I’ll stay with you.”

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If she slept for a day, he could watch her for that whole day.

Sarah gave a wry smile. She was used to it.

The two of them sat under the parasol. Sarah was drinking coconut juice. Watermelons may cause

colds, therefore she couldn’t eat them.

Matthew’s skin was white, even whiter than Sarah’s.

He took off his shirt and put on hot pants. He was so white almost to the point of glowing. Several

foreign women gave him the eye eagerly, some even whistled.

Handsome men don’t lack for attention anywhere.

“Hey, they’re calling you,” Sarah pointed at the excited women. They were sexily dressed and had hot

bodies.

Matthew didn’t turn around. He was probably used to it, or, he preferred small breasts compared to big

breasts. He firmly looked at her, “You’re prettier.”

“…”

Sarah turned her head slightly. She looked a bit embarrassed.

Sitting here for less than two hours, there were already a lot of women looking at Matthew. White

people usually look down on Asian faces.

But, Matthew’s facial features were unusual. His eyes and nose were even more pronounced than

those of Europeans. A quarter of his eyeballs has blue hidden in it.

That’s why women were always attracted to him.

Sarah, on the other hand, had the most typical Asian woman’s look. She looked gentle and soft.

Moreover, she was born naturally with a pair of thick and beautifully arched eyebrows. There was no

need for her to use any makeup. She was just so tender and attractive.

When men passed by, they couldn’t help but kept on glancing at her.

“By the way, what you promised me…”

Sarah bit down on the straw and sneaked a look at him. He had promised to let off Hudson and the

others.

Matthew didn’t hesitate a bit, “Yes, they have returned to the country. However, I must detain them for

the time being. I can’t guarantee that they won’t say anything against me. After this, I’ll naturally let

them go.”

“And where did you detain them?”

Sarah was a bit worried. She never dared to speculate about his methods. After all, they were always

unexpected.

“They are safe, all right?” Matthew’s tone turned a bit impatient and was somewhat annoyed.

Sarah didn’t dare to ask anymore. She was afraid that if she offended him, there would be troubles

again.

“Well, what about the doctor? How was the search?”

Yesterday he said three days. So after one day, there are only two days left, right?

“I said before. As long as you’re obedient, I’ll do everything I promised you. But Sarah, in the future,

whenever you’re with me, you must not mention anything about anyone else. I’m not interested in

them; I’m only interested in you.”

He squeezed her face, got up, and kissed her on her forehead.

He did not try to kiss her on the lips as he knew she would avoid it.

Sarah’s body always stiffened inexplicably whenever he touched her.

But, she had no right to refuse.

She kept that in mind and nodded, “Okay, I get it. I won’t mention them again. I was just a little worried.”

He was delighted with her being so obedient. He gently touched her head. Although he wanted to tear

off the layer of calmness from her face, but a promise made is a promise kept.

An evil smirk appeared on his face.

There’s a famous type of flower on the island, which was always picked and sold by the children there.

They were weaved into wreaths and bracelets for visitors.

A little foreign girl with two braids came over. She had a dark face, probably from a black family on the

island. She carried a basket of flowers and stopped in front of Matthew.

“Need to spend, sir?”

Sarah looked at the little dark-skinned foreign girl. Her eyes were energetic, looking at Matthew

expectantly, hoping that he would purchase the flowers in her hand.

“How much?”

“One,” the little girl raised an index finger and smiled. At the same time, she looked towards Sarah,

took out a hyacinth from the basket, and gave it to her. The girl gave her a wink, which had obvious

meaning.

She hoped that through Sarah, she would get Matthew to buy her flowers.

Simultaneously, a U.S. dollar bill printed with Washington’s face was placed in front of the little girl.

Matthew very quickly said some words to the little girl. She then walked away happily while holding the

one hundred dollar bill.

Sarah knew that he wanted to give the little girl money.

Matthew took the whole basket. He picked one of the wreaths from it and leaned over in front of Sarah.

The fragrance of the flowers had spread. He asked while putting it on her, “Do you know the meaning

of hyacinths in floriography?”

The hyacinth in his hand was purple, the same colour he sent people to plant all over the island.

Yes, this island was all hers. The flowers should be for her alone too!

“What meaning?”

Sarah did not know much about this. She slightly frowned in confusion and shook her head.

Matthew looked at her. She was smiling, the purple wreath surrounded her face. She was so gorgeous.

The sea breeze blew her long hair, and the elegant smell of the wreath was lingering all over her body.

Seemed like purple was describing her.

“The colour on your head is purple. There are six colours of hyacinths, each of which represents a

different meaning in floriography.”

He explains.

“Six? Then what’s mine?”

Purple, a very romantic colour. It’s meaning should be beautiful,

He opened his mouth. Deep in his black eyes, traces of pleasure flashes.

He then began to say the meanings for each colours skillfully, “

Blue is life. White: Serenity and calmness. Red: Thank you, I am touched. Yellow: Happiness,

satisfaction. Pink: Admiration, romance, eternal remembrance. Purple…”

He paused for a moment. Burning passion started brewing in his eyes.

Sarah raised her neck, wondering why he didn’t say about purple.

“What is it?”

Matthew slowly approached her, “Can I take the meaning of purple in floriography as what I have

always wanted to say to you?”

Sarah suddenly became aware of it and was worried.

Whether she listened or not, there didn’t seem to be much need.

At that moment, Matthew had already kneeled down on one knee. This sudden action froze Sarah.

He took one of her hands. At some point, he took out an enormous sparkling diamond ring from the

flower basket, “Sad, jealous, crazy, lingering and melancholy love. Receive my love, and you will have

happiness and joy. Sarah, this is the meaning of purple hyacinth in floriography.” Sarah realized she

was about to enter into a painful decision.