Raymond was still standing there. His face looked freezing cold in the moonlight.
Scarlett had turned back and got in the car. She glanced at Raymond through the windshield. But after just one glance, she withdrew her eyes. Then she looked down and fastened the seat belt.
"Raymond didn't give you a hard time, did he?"
Although it was no more than a minute, and sitting in the car, he saw Raymond did nothing, still, Mark felt a little worried.
Hearing Mark's concern, Scarlett laughed softly, "How could he give me a hard time?"
Looking at Scarlett and the bright smile in her eyes, Mark was fascinated by her. He felt a little tightness i n his throat, "That's good."
Damn it! This woman who was his boss, was so beautiful. What if he was too obsessed with her?
"It's getting late. Let's go."
Mark nodded and withdrew his eyes. He didn't dare to look at Scarlett anymore. Just now, it was because he glanced at Scarlett that he accidentally rear-ended the car in front of them.
It was 1 a.m. when the car arrived at Scarlett's villa. Scarlett was tired and too sleepy, so she said good night and went straight into the house with her presents.
"Hilla, turn off the alarm for tomorrow."
"Yes, ma'am."
Scarlett hadn't slept so late in four or five years. She took a bath. Then she went to bed and fell asleep immediately.
She had a good night's sleep.
Raymond, however, did not sleep very well. To be precise, he hardly slept at all.
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