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Flirting With My Ex-Husband

Chapter 933
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As soon as the cool water hit Scarlett’s face, she sobered up.

In fact, she didn't want to lose her temper in front of him, but she couldn't help it.

She was lonely and hopeless during the past six months. Looking back on the past now, she couldn't find any prospect for the future.

At this time, the sound of luggage came from outside.

Scarlett came back to her senses, walked out of the room, and said, "I have to attend a meeting this afternoon." Chris pulled the luggage into the guest room, "Do you want me to drive you there?" Scarlett looked at the rain outside the floor-to-ceiling window and said, "No. I'll drive there myself. You definitely haven't slept well in the past two days. Have a good rest. I'm going upstairs to change my clothes." After saying that, she turned around and went upstairs.

When she came downstairs, Chris was answering the phone on the balcony.

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The cold wind blew on his body, but he didn't feel cold at all.

Hearing the sound of her footsteps, Chris turned his head and looked at her.

Scarlett smiled and mouthed, "I'm going to Tenton." However, Chris walked over directly with his phone and hugged her, "What do you want to eat tonight?” Scarlett looked up at him. She hadn't eaten the food he cooked for more than half a year.

After the person on the other end of the phone finished his words, Chris directly hung up the phone and said to Scarlett," What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you.” Scarlett raised her eyebrows, "Okay, it's up to you." Saying that, she looked down at the time, "* The meeting will start in forty minutes. | have to go now." Saying that, she nudged him slightly.

Chris followed her for a few steps and watched her as she leaned down to put on her shoes at the door.

He thought that this scene seemed to have happened before, and something flashed in his mind.

Puting on her shoes, Scarlett looked back at him, "Have a good rest. I'm going to Tenton." "Be careful." "Okay!" After Scarlett left, Chris didn’t go back to his room to sleep.

He went to the third floor. This villa had appeared in his mind a few days ago.

Pushing open the door of the master bedroom, he felt that everything inside the room was very familiar. He walked in and went to the dressing room, where there were many clothes he used to wear.

"This turned out not to be a dream.’ Chris walked over and sat down directly on the bed.

As soon as he lay down, a familiar scent came to him. He felt reassured, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly.

When Scarlett finished the meeting, it was already half past five in the afternoon.

She looked at her watch, "Frank, can you recommend me a good restaurant?" Frank had been Raymond's secretary for so many years, and had been Scarlett's secretary for more than half a year.

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Therefore, he was well aware of Scarlett's and Raymond's preferences.

After thinking about it, Frank recommended Scarlett a restaurant that opened more than two months ago. He said, "Ms. Reed, should | make a reservation for you and Mr. Shaw?" Scarlett smiled, "No, thank you." Maybe when she went back to the villa, Chris had already made dinner.

Scarlett had been very busy for the past six months. But in the past few days, she was a bit "idle".

"I'm going back. Don't work too late." Frank had been with Scarlett for the past six months, so he obviously knew how busy Scarlett was.

Both he and Katherine had advised Scarlett to have a rest, but Scarlett just smiled and said that it was fine and she wasn't tired.

Frank and Katherine knew that Scarlett had lied. Since Raymond had disappeared, she was mentally tired. Only when she was busy with work did she have less time to think too much.

Last month, Scarlett had a high fever for more than half a month before going abroad. It took her three days of drip to get better.