GoodReadScarlett withdrew her gaze. She looked up into Raymond's eyes.
He was staring at her. "Not bad." Scarlett pushed the plate of the remaining beef to him. "Eat this." Raymond didn't move. "I can't cook." Scarlett was stunned. Looking at Raymond, she suddenly laughed. "Do you wantto cook it for you?" Was he dreaming? "My stomach hurts." She remembered that Raymond had a stomach problem, and it was serious.
Yet what did this have to do with her? Scarlett grunted, showing no inclination to help him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe had never done that for anyone.
Who did he think he was? A young woman suddenly cover and looked straight at Raymond. "Hi, can | be your Whatfriend?" The woman was good-looking but couldn't hold a candle to Scarlett.
Raymond glanced at Scarlett and replied coldly, "No." "Are you afraid she will be unhappy? Miss, don't get m e wrong. | just want to say thank you for giving us the dishes!" Raymond frowned, impatient with the insensitive woman. "Please don't disturb us. We're having dinner." The woman pursed her lips and glanced at Raymond. Seeing his cold face, she left sulkily.
Scarlett was almost full. She put down her chopsticks and grabbed a tissue to wipe her lips unhurriedly.
After that, Scarlett saw Raymond put two slices of beef into the pot. "How long does it need to be cooked?" Scarlett sympathized with Raymond, who sat for half a n hour but only ate the two slices of beef that she cooked.
She finally showed skindness to him. "Wait until i t changes color." "Like this?" Scarlett took a look. "No." Raymond was smart. After one try, he knew how to cook it.
Scarlett looked at the clock. She planned to go to the police station. Dwayne should have arrived.
"I've settled the bill. I'll leave first." However, just as she got up, Raymond pulled her wrist. "He can't be there so early. Wait for me." He stared at her stubbornly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmScarlett tutted. "I'm going for a walk to digest food." Raymond didn't say anything. He tightened his grip o n her wrist.
Scarlett struggled but couldn't get rid of him.
She frowned. "Let go of me." "I'll go with you after dinner." He found that the hot pot wasn't that terrible.
Scarlett was annoyed but she couldn't pull her hand back, and there were many people around. She didn't want to be noticed by others, so she could only sit there. "Get off me. I'll wait for you." Hearing this, Raymond let go of her hand.
Scarlett withdrew her hand and looked at her wrist which becred. She was upset. "lI used my chopsticks when | cooked the beef you just ate." Raymond, who was cooking lamb, gave her a look. "I don't mind." Failing to anger him, Scarlett felt frustrated.
She was exasperated, smiling. "Aren't you a neat freak?" The first tshe gave Raymond a dish but used her plate, he put it aside and ate another dish.
Although he didn't say anything, it was a blow to her.
After so many years, Scarlett still felt depressed when thinking of it.
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