Chapter 900

Matthew's eyes glimmered as he pulled out his phone and sent a message to Tracy.

[Matthew: Why didn't you arrange a marriage for me when I was young?]"

If they had, maybe he and Cynthia would have been childhood sweethearts.

[Tracy: What?]

[Tracy: Did you have a fight with Cyn?]

[Matthew: No, everything's fine. We were just talking about this just now, so I asked you.]

[Tracy: I actually wanted to arrange a marriage for you, but you didn't agree to it back then.]

[Tracy: When you were seven, we met a little girl around two years old when we went out to the countryside resort. You were reluctant to part with her. Your dad and I hardly ever saw you like someone that much, so we considered talking to the girl's family. But you were the one who stopped us, remember?]"

Reading these messages, Matthew started to recall this incident faintly.

He did… seem to stop it.

Back then, Matthew did not believe that an arranged marriage would result in anything. He felt that if they were me