Flirting With My Ex-husband novel Chapter 352

Scarlett had caught a cold. Her brain felt numb.

Seeing Raymond's hand withdraw, she frowned and asked, annoyed, "Raymond, don't you understand what I'm saying?"

"I do. Don't worry. I won't do anything to you."

He wasn't always a good-tempered man. Hearing Scarlett's words, he remained so peaceful. It was unbelievable!

Scarlett laughed out, yet annoyed, "Should I thank you for waking me up in the middle of the night?"

Raymond knew it was his bad. He looked at her, "Go to sleep. I'm hungry. I want to make myself a sandwich."

"There's a restaurant three miles away from here."

"You know I have concerns about the cleanness of the food in the restaurant."

Raymond paused, "Do you mind if I make a sandwich i n your kitchen?"

"I do." Scarlett showed no courtesy.

Raymond was silent for a moment, and then he continued, "I only had some water and a pack of cigarettes all afternoon. I haven't eaten anything. Now I have a terrible stomachache. If I drive out now, you'll

probably see me on the news tomorrow in a car accident."

And he said with certainty, "You don't want to see me i n a car accident."

Scarlett honestly thought Raymond had no sense of shame. "I'm sorry, but I would love to see it."

Raymond frowned, "Scarlett, don't say the opposite, or I'll think you love me when you say you hate me."

"..." Scarlett was speechless. Shameless people are invincible.

She couldn't argue with Raymond. After all, she had a sense of shame.

Scarlett really felt terrible right now. She didn't want t o argue with Raymond. It was no fun. "If you want to use my kitchen, be my guest! But if you wake me up again, you'll regret it, Raymond."

"I'm sorry, I won't wake you up again."

Who let him in?

Scarlett's face turned red from the fever. As soon as he touched Scarlett, Raymond knew she had a fever.

After a whole night, it was still raining outside.

Raymond put the pill in his palm and fed it to Scarlett's mouth.

Scarlett did not swallow the pill. A bitter taste spread across her tongue. She spat out the pill. "It's so bitter! I don't want to take it!" "It will help you reduce the fever."

Scarlett frowned, "No!"

She already felt awful. Why did he make her take such a bitter pill?

Raymond never knew Scarlett hated taking medicine s o much. She was like a child who refused to have his meal. No matter how he tried to persuade her, she just wouldn't take it.

Scarlett's consciousness was chaotic. The fever was killing her. When the cold lips pressed against hers, she was dumbfounded. Somehow, she wanted more.