Scarlett stopped at a booth in the corner and took a seat, with her coat in her hand. "What's the matter?"
Raymond looked at Scarlett. 'Just within a year, Scarlett treats me in a totally different manner.’
The three-year marriage between him and Scarlett was completely nominal, as they didn't sleep with each other even for one night after the wedding.
She lived in the Shaw family villa while he was in his own apartment.
In those three years, he had no other impression of her except that she worshiped money.
He mistakenly regarded her love for him as her desire for money and status. But now, she didn't love him. When they were sitting face to face at present, Scarlett seemed to be unwilling to smile at him.
Raymond felt a pain in his heart. "I should apologize t o you for what happened between us."
Scarlett stopped flipping the menu and raised her head to look at Raymond. "Mr. Shaw, it is unnecessary. Love means sacrifice. When I loved you, I naturally did whatever I could do for you. Although it was a bit silly, I was willing to do those things. You needn't feel obligated."
Then she smiled. "It's me who should feel sorry for myself."
Although Scarlett was smiling, her expression was not happy. The look on her face alienated others.
Her every word, like a sharp knife, stabbed him in the heart.
It was the first time that Raymond had loved someone. It was also the first time that he had been tortured by love.
Alexander said that both he and Raymond owed Scarlett an apology. Although Alexander was usually a man of straw, he was right on this point.
Raymond had been preparing for the apology for a long time. He finally seized the opportunity to apologize to her today. But all his words were blocked by Scarlett's words, "It's me who should feel sorry for myself."
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