The overhead lights cast a soft radiance over them. Raymond bowed his head, causing the shadow to fall o n Scarlett’s face, but he still clearly saw the coldness i n her beautiful eyes.
He avoided her gaze and fixed his eyes on her red lips.
Driven by impulse, Raymond could no longer hold his deep affection towards Scarlett. He lowered his head and was about to kiss her lips.
However, Scarlett turned her face away in time, and his kiss fell on her left cheek.
Her smile instantly disappeared. She pushed him away and snapped, "Fuck off.”
Raymond looked down at her. He put his hands away from her waist, and his eyes had turned a little red. He said in a pitiful voice, "I know I did a wrong thing.
Scarlett, could you please forgive me and don’t leave m e?"
"Fuck off."
She looked at him coldly, stretched out her hand and wiped her left cheek.
Her action was undoubtedly like a knife sticking straight into Raymond's heart.
He came to his senses in an instant, and after apologizing in a low voice, he took another look at Scarlett and wanted to say something. However, when seeing the coldness in her eyes, he froze for a moment and turned to leave without saying anything.
After the door was closed, Scarlett was alone in the room again.
She glanced at the cup on the table and walked into her bathroom. After washing her face again, Scarlett got onto the bed.
Raymond didn't return to his own room after leaving Scarlett’s. Instead, he leaned against the door of her room. In the corridor, only some floor lights were still o n, giving off a faint gleam.
At this time, most people were asleep, so no one would care why he still leaned against the door.
He knew he wasn't drunk. Just now, at the thought that he didn’t even take the initiative to hug Scarlett during his three-year marriage with her, he wanted so badly to hug and kiss her.
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