GoodReadAs the icy mint melted in her mouth, Scarlett felt cool-headed like never before.
She walked to the parking lot, shut her umbrella and ducked into her car.
The rain was still heavy when she returned to the villa.
But Scarlett felt somewhat exhausted. After taking a hot bath, she lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
It was something after seven o'clock in the evening that she woke up to find her room pitch-dark.
She felt a little groggy and a nose discomfort.
She caught a cold.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFeeling awfully top-heavy, Scarlett was not in the mood for ordering takeout. She cooked herself snoodles but only managed to eat half of them due to lack of appetite.
She was dithering over whether to take cold medicine when Alexis called via Whatsapp.
After a glance at her cellphone, she directly closed her medical kit and returned to her room, phone in hand." Hello?" "Lettie, about the reality show | told you about yesterday, I'll have Bylie bring you a copy of the contract tomorrow so you can sign it." Scarlett sat on the bed, her head throbbing dully. "How long will the filming last?" "Don't worry. | only signed for three sessions. The filming will last only a week!" After hearing Alexis's words, Scarlett smiled out of annoyance, "And the payment?" "I promise you'll find it satisfying! Well, remember to sign the contract tomorrow. I'm going to get out of your hair! Bye-bye!" With that Alexis hung up the phone.
Scarlett gave a chuckle, knowing that by promising she'd find it satisfying, Alexis probably meant that it was very unsatisfying.
She thought, 'Whatever. It'll be just a guest appearance, anyway." "Hilla, turn off the light." She hoped that her cold would be gone when she woke up tomorrow.
On that very night.
Raymond had finished smoking a whole pack of cigarettes. His cellphone on the table had been ringing all along, but he didn't so much as glance at it.
He was the only one in the commodious mansion.
After chucking Jean and Tiffany out, he had moved back here.
The room he was living in had been his and Scarlett's nuptial chamber. The butler had told him that the day Scarlett left, she took nothing except for what she'd brought with her when coming.
After Scarlett moved out, Jean had had everything Scarlett used burned to ashes.
He had been indifferent about it the day Jean did that, but now, thinking back to it, he felt a pang of mixed heartache and anger.
Jean had burnt them. Only belongings of the deceased should be burnt.
Now there was no trace of Scarlett living here whatsoever in this room. He remembered Scarlett posting pictures of a plant on the balcony outside this room on social media one afternoon.
But now the balcony was empty. He wondered whether the succulents which used to be exuberant under Scarlett's care had been taken away by her or dumped by Jean.
Anyway, he had lost them all in the end.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe had lost both Scarlett and her things.
Oh, not all of them. He still had an ear stud.
Scarlett had forgotten it in this house on Cindy's birthday. It seemed to have her initials engraved on it.
Originally, he had wanted to return it to her, but eventually he had selfishly kept it to himself.
After all, he had lost everything.
He was in a daze when there was a sudden knock on the door.
Raymond frowned. He had dismissed almost all the servants, and the butler was the only one still in the mansion.
And the old butler had gone to sleep stago.
"Ray, it's me. There's something | need to tell you!" Alexander had called Raymond a dozen times, but the latter had never answered his phone. Seeing as how Raymond's eyes had reddened in the afternoon, Alexander felt that Raymond might well make srash decisions. In addition, Alexander had just found out something important, so he drove to this mansion despite the late hour.
Alexander had hardly finished speaking when the door was pulled open. Raymond, clad in a bathrobe, looked at him coldly. "This better be something sensible."
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