Scarlett didn't look at Raymond, "No."
"I remember! Scarlett, I had saved you."
The traffic light turned red. The car slowed to a stop.
Scarlett tilted her head to look at him, "So Mr. Shaw, you want me to return the favor now?"
"Now I know why you loved me."
Most women would admire powerful men. And mostly, such admiration would develop into adoration.
A handsome guy saving a pretty girl was a cliche. Teenage girls were naive and full of fantasies of romance.
Scarlett stiffened. Raymond's words revealed her last secret. All she felt was embarrassment.
She wanted to be as nonchalant as ever, but she couldn't be.
Usually, when people see her, she looked calm, strong, and composed. However, she also had a soft and vulnerable part in her heart.
There were things she cared about, like Raymond, like the very past event that she had been hiding from him.
Her grip on the steering wheel tightened, and blue veins showed on the back of her fair hands.
Raymond did not expect his words to make Scarlett so emotional. He put his hand over hers and said, "I'm sorry, Scarlett."
He had said sorry to her countless times. Actually, he felt most sorry for the young girl he saved a decade ago.
The girl went through all the difficulties and came to him with the barest of heart. She stuck on for three years for that one day but a few minutes of crush.
"Don't say sorry to me, Raymond. I'll never forgive you."
Then she closed her eyes and suppressed all her emotions.
The traffic light turned green. Scarlett waved Raymond's hand off. "I'm driving."
Raymond didn't say anything else. He looked down at his palm, which had just touched Scarlett's fingers.
Her hand was soft and delicate. Once he could easily hold it, but now she was so cold to him that he could not even touch it.
One must always pay for his mistakes.
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