Flirting With My Ex-husband
Chapter 430

Hearing what her friend said, Yvonne felt even more upset.

Yvonne wondered what Scarlett did to the Tank family. They were very strict but now indifferent to the news and public opinion?

Yvonne didn't know that she had been wrong from the beginning. They misunderstood Scarlett's relationship with the Tank family.

In the restaurant.

When Raymond came into the room, Scarlett had almost finished eating.

As soon as the door was pushed open, Scarlett was aware of the smell of wine from Raymond.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at him. "Did you drink?"

"Yes."

Those old guys at the party were badgering him, so he could only drink three glasses of wine to come over earlier.

Raymond sat beside her. "Is the soup good?"

"Yes."

Yet Scarlett could only eat two-thirds of it.

Hearing his question, Scarlett thought he wanted to eat soup. "Would you like some soup? I'll order it for you?"

"No need."

He directly took her soup and ate it with a spoon unhurriedly.

Scarlett was silent for a moment. "Are you short of money?"

Raymond glanced at her. "Your soup is sweeter."

Scarlett flushed. "Well, do as you like."

He was so shameless that she had nothing to say.

Scarlett was full, but Raymond ate little at the party.

"I'll order two more dishes for you."

"Okay."

Raymond finished the soup and picked up a fork to eat the fish gently.

Scarlett didn't have a good appetite. She didn't eat much. She ordered three dishes but only ate about a third of them.

The food here was exquisite, and the portions were small. Usually, Scarlett could eat three dishes. Today was an exception.

She ordered dishes for Raymond and sat by his side watching him eat.

Raymond didn't eat slowly, but elegantly. It was pleasant to watch him eat.

After the meal, Raymond followed her back to the villa.

He drank quite a lot of wine. He downed a glass of wine when entering the room because he was late. During the party, he drank two glasses of wine. As he was about to leave the party, he drank three glasses of wine. He drank nearly a gill of wine.

Raymond had a high tolerance for alcohol. A gill couldn't make him drunk.

But the wine gave him courage and weakened his sanity.

Scarlett was pinned by him on the sofa. The smell of alcohol from Raymond assailed her nostrils.

"Raymond."

"Scarlett."

He called her, looking down at her with longing in his eyes.

Scarlett was surprised by his gaze and pushed him hard.

However, he lay on her like a boulder.

Scarlett gritted her teeth and used all her strength, but couldn't get rid of him.

Raymond pulled her hand and held it in his palm. "When can we make it public?" Scarlett grunted. "Not now anyway."

He buried his head in her shoulder. "Can you tell me where we are now, Scarlett?" He felt it was painful that he couldn't take her hand openly.