"Any reward for the winner?"
Raymond turned back and looked at her. Under the sunlight, he looked less apathetic and more refined.
Scarlett thought for a moment and asked," Any suggestions?"
Raymond looked at her and voiced his thought, "If I win, you’ll call me hubby from now on."
He paused, "If you win, I will call you wifey."
Scarlett was amused. "Either way, you're the one to benefit."
What was the point of this bet? He occasionally called her wifey anyway.
Met with her disapproval, Raymond corrected his suggestion. "If you win, I'll promise you one thing."
Scarlett looked at him, arched her brow, and asked, "Anything?"
"Yeah, anything."
"Deal."
Scarlett hadn't come up with one yet, but life was long. She would have enough time to think about it.
Half an hour later.
Scarlett watched Raymond's last ball slowly enter the hole and curled her lips to smile. "Okay, you won."
As soon as she finished her speech, Raymond came up and said, "You lost, wifey.”
Scarlett's face burned. She looked into his dark eyes, pursed her lips, and said, "Hubby.
It was not that difficult, but a little awkward.
Scarlett looked at herself in the mirror. Her light makeup had almost worn off, but she didn't bother to refill it.
Retracting her gaze, Scarlett pulled out a piece of tissue, dried her hands, threw it into the trash can, and came out of the restroom.
Then she accidentally bumped into someone.
"Sorry."
It was a woman who had been bending her face over the screen of her phone. Scarlett failed to notice the comer because her attention had been attracted by the paintings on the wall. As a result, they bumped right into each other.
It was neither party's fault. Scarlett said sorry simply because she didn't like to waste time on trivial matters.
However, the other party was relentless. She looked up at Scarlett and spat, "Are you blind? If my reaction were not fast, I would have been knocked over. Do you think a verbal apology is good enough? You hurt me!"
Scarlett cocked her brow and reasoned, "If you had watched where you were going instead of playing with your phone, I think we wouldn't have bumped into each other."
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