Raymond's driver came quickly. The black Bentley was simply a symbol of the rich. Scarlett recognized that it was his car at a glance.
The driver walked over with a black umbrella and was stunned when he saw her. "Mr. Shaw, Ms. Reed."
Scarlett grunted, tilted her head, and looked at the advertisement next to her.
Raymond left with the driver. Scarlett watched him walk into the rain and mist, thinking that Raymond had probably run out of patience.
She looked down at her short boots and smiled coldly. She knew it.
Let s go.
Suddenly, the person who had walked away returned with a black umbrella.
Scarlett froze. "Where to?"
She looked up at him in a daze. Her face was beautiful and cute.
Raymond rubbed his fingers. He had an impulse to fondle Scarlett's face but resisted it. "It's hard to get a taxi now. I'll take you back."
Scarlett looked at the roadside. She didn't want to
make things difficult for herself. "Thank you."
The umbrella was not small but not big enough for two people.
Scarlett wanted to keep her distance from Raymond. Just after she took a few steps, he put his hand on her shoulder. "The rain is heavy."
This was a good reason. Scarlett glanced at him silently.
The air conditioner of the car had been turned on. Scarlett got into the car. Her hands and feet were gradually warmed.
Raymond passed her a handkerchief. Scarlett suddenly remembered the year she was pushed into the water. Raymond rushed over and took out a handkerchief from his pocket. However, it was not for her but for Tiffany's friend who pushed her into the water. 1
When Scarlett saw him come over and pull out the handkerchief, her heart was hot, but when he handed i t to another person, she felt like someone poured icy water on her head.
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