Scarlett struggled but couldn’t break away from him. "Raymond, let go of me."
"I can't."
After drinking wine, he was even more unashamed than usual.
Scarlett gave a wry smile. "Don't you want to know why I suddenly went to Deeton City?"
Hearing this, Raymond got up.
Scarlett sat up on the sofa with a red face, glaring at him. She got up, went into the kitchen to make a glass of honey water, and put it in front of him. "Drink it."
He didn't ask anything, picked it up, and drained it.
Raymond felt honey water was tasty for the first time, probably because it was made by Scarlett.
After drinking, he stared fixedly at Scarlett.
Scarlett grunted, took out the anonymous letter from her bag, and handed it to him." Read it yourself."
Raymond opened the envelope with a frown. After he read the letter, his eyes turned cold. "I'll find out who did it."
"I've investigated."
Katherine told Scarlett yesterday that it was Yvonne who did it. Besides, Yvonne asked someone to post the news on Twitter.
"Who did it?" "Have a guess." Scarlett leaned down and cupped her face, looking at him with a smile.
Raymond rubbed his temples. "Tiffany?"
"No."
Scarlett shook her head.
"Julie?"
Scarlett still shook her head. "This is your last chance. If you guess right, I can disclose our relationship early."
Raymond looked at the smile in Scarlett's eyes, swallowing. He pursed his lips, pondering.
It was not easy to guess. The people who hated Scarlett the most in Juanton City were Tiffany and Julie.
However, neither of them was the person who wrote the letter. Raymond was
confused.
Now that they were back together, they could naturally have sex.
However, she was not prepared.
Raymond put her on the bed, took off his shoes, and lay down. He quickly pressed her with one arm. "Then I can sleep in your bedroom with you in my arms, right?"
Scarlett blushed. "No!"
"I just want to sleep here. I won't do anything else."
He paused. "Of course, I will if you want."
Scarlett gave a wry smile, pinching his face. "Raymond, when did you become so shameless?"
He held her in his arms. "If I had been timid, I wouldn't have got you back, Scarlett.
If he had been as timid as her, he wouldn't have been with her.
Scarlett's room was similar to what he had imagined it to be. There was her scent everywhere. Her bed was fragrant and soft. As soon as he lay down, he didn't want to leave.
Besides, he even wanted to do something else, but he could only think about it.
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