GoodReadZacharie was not a qualified father.
Raymond was brought up by his grandpa. Only a few people, such as his grandpa, loved him in those years.
Scarlett knew that before Raymond had an accident, he went to his grandpa's grave and stayed there for half a day every year on the anniversary of his grandpa's death.
Raymond had lost his memory, but Scarlett hoped that Raymond would go to his grandpa’s grave tomorrow.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtScarlett didn't want Raymond to regret that he missed the anniversary of his grandpa's death after getting back his memory.
As he heard Scarlett's words, Raymond's eyebrows moved slightly. "Okay." Juanton City was rainy in April. Scarlett got up early in the morning and saw that it was drizzling outside the window.
The sky was overcast. Though Scarlett drew back the curtains, it was still dim in the room. Scarlett stood in front of the window, looking out blankly for a while. She then turned around and walked to the bathroom to wash up.
Raymond had already gotten up. He was not in the room.
Scarlett didn't see him until she cout of the bathroom.
"Breakfast is ready." Raymond walked over and pulled her hair out of her collar.
His fingers were a little cold. When he touched Scarlett's neck, she couldn't help trembling.
Scarlett looked up into his dark eyes. Her ears turned pink.
Scarlett withdrew her gaze, turned around, and went out of the room and downstairs.
As she cto the table, she found that the breakfast was made by Raymond.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmScarlett stared at the breakfast in a daze. Since Raymond disappeared, she hadn't eaten breakfast at hfor a long time, let alone breakfast made by him.
"What are you thinking about?" Seeing her standing there, Raymond put the porridge in front of Scarlett.
Hearing his words, Scarlett cout of her trance. She glanced up at him, smiled, and shook her head.
"Nothing." Raymond looked at her without asking anything else. "Let's have breakfast." They woke up early and finished breakfast before 9 a m. It was the peak tfor work.
Scarlett called Frank and asked him to postpone the meeting until this afternoon.
After she hung up the phone, it was almost 9 a m. Looking at Raymond who was gazing at her not far away, Scarlett smiled slightly. "Let's go." Raymond nodded. "OK." It took 1.5 hours to drive from the villa to the cemetery. They arrived at 10:30 a m.
It was still raining. Raymond got out of the car with an umbrella, walked to Scarlett's side, and pulled open the door for her.
The vendors outside the cemetery were much fewer than on sunny days. Only several people were selling flowers under umbrellas at the gate to make a living.
Scarlett inclined her head and glanced at Raymond. "Your grandpa liked gladioli." She paused. "But there are no gladioli here. Let's buy a bunch of white chrysanthemums." Raymond looked down at her. "Okay." They bought flowers and walked into the cemetery.
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