But today he came to ask her for the truth.
So he didn't need to hesitate. He drove the car to Scarlett's villa and directly rang the doorbell.
Scarlett was woken up by the continuous doorbell. Opening her eyes, she found that it was so dark. She called "Hilla" and then fumbled for her phone.
Seeing that it was after eleven o'clock at night, she couldn't help but frown.
'Who disturbs my sleep at night?'
Scarlett looked at the door monitor. When she saw clearly who it was, she froze.
'Was Raymond drunk again?'
However, Raymond was not drunk. He stood next to his car, and there was no one else beside him. He drove here by himself.
Scarlett was originally very uncomfortable because of the cold. She was having a good sleep when she was woken up. She went downstairs with a cold face.
It was still rainy. She walked out with her umbrella and looked at him coldly through the security door. She was just about to scold him when Raymond said," I have something to ask you."
Scarlett didn't open the door, "Do you know what time i t is?"
Because of the cold, her voice was a little deep.
Raymond pursed his lips slightly. He knew he was impulsive, but he desperately wanted her reply.
He looked at her with pleading eyes, "I really have something to ask you."
Saying that, Raymond paused and rolled his Adam's apple with difficulty, "It's very important."
After looking at him coldly for several seconds, Scarlett opened the door and let him in.
"What's your relationship with Larry?"
Scarlett looked at him, "It's none of your business."
"He's not your fiance, is he?" Raymond said, taking a step towards her.
Seeing him walk up to her, Scarlett froze and then said, "Did you come over at night to ask me this question?"
"It's very important to me, Scarlett."
Raymond was 1.93 meters tall. They were standing face to face, more than twenty centimeters apart. He looked down at her slightly, with an inexplicable sense of oppression in his eyes.
Scarlett subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but Raymond wrapped his arm around her waist, "The gossip on the Internet is fake, right? Is Larry your cousin?"
Hearing his words, Scarlett subconsciously frowned, Raymond, how could you investigate me?"
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