Flirting With My Ex-husband novel Chapter 354

"Okay, I got it."

Katherine hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you need me to go over?"

Scarlett glanced at Raymond who was sitting across the table. "No. I've taken medicine."

As soon as she mentioned the medicine, Scarlett recalled that Raymond kissed her when she was not completely awake.

After she hung up the phone, Scarlett's face turned cold.

She felt annoyed seeing Raymond, but he was still sitting across from her, and she couldn't get rid of him.

Raymond knew that Scarlett didn't want to see him, but what happened last night gave him courage.

She still had feelings for him.

This fact was like a call to arms for Raymond. He was now like a soldier with high morale on the battlefield. No matter how heavy the gunfire was, he wouldn't stop charging forward.

The two people had different thoughts. No one spoke again.

Although Scarlett was hungry, she had no appetite and only ate half of the porridge.

She didn't bother to chase Raymond out. When she was well, she would get even with him!

Scarlett glanced at Raymond, put down her spoon, and went upstairs.

Raymond gazed at her back. His eyebrows moved slightly. He didn't say anything to displease her again.

It was still raining, but not as heavily as last night. It seemed that the rain would stop in one or two hours.

Raymond ended the call and turned back into the living room.

This villa was filled with traces of Scarlett living here, completely different from the Shaw Residence.

He usually gave her the cold shoulder and sneered at her. The contempt in his eyes pricked her and tortured her for a long time.

"Raymond, how could you treat me like this?"

Scarlett muttered. If her eyes were not closed, Raymond would think she was awake.

Tears flowed down from her eyes. Raymond's heart ached.

He came in to see if her temperature had dropped. He didn't expect to hear her talking in her sleep.

She begged him to save her and then asked him why h e treated her like this.

He didn't know what she was dreaming about, but it couldn't be a good dream.

Raymond was afraid that it was not a dream. It was what he had done to her during those three years.