Hearing that, Henry raised his eyebrows, "What it I mean it?"
Scarlett looked at Henry in a daze and suddenly smiled, "I can't afford to compete with so many girls, M r. Anderson!"
Henry was known as a playboy.
He chuckled, "How can wildflowers rival roses? They are no match for you, Scarlett!"
Scarlett wondered what Henry's ex-girlfriends would think if they heard him say that.
Without denying it, she raised her eyebrows, "But there is no if."
They went back to the original question.
Frustrated by Scarlett's second refusal, Henry took a swig of wine and stared at her inquisitively, "In what way is he better than me?"
"You're great, Mr. Anderson."
She just wasn't into him.
Henry didn't believe that at all, "I know I'm a playboy i nyour eyes."
Without replying to him, Scarlett smiled and took a
sip of juice.
Although she didn't have spirit cleanliness, she couldn't manage herself to accept that her husband had so many ex-girlfriends.
Knowing Scarlett's acquiescence to his remark, Henry snorted, "Raymond is not a particularly reliable man. I t doesn't matter if you don't choose me, but don't choose him either. He is the kind of indifferent man, not a good choice for a husband."
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