Flirting With My Ex-Husband

She took out her phone to order a taxi. Mark came over. “I’ll take you back, Scarlett.”

Scarlett raised an eyebrow. “No. Our houses are in different directions.”

Mark looked at her and slightly inclined his head toward the pile of gifts on the sofa. “It’s not easy to take a taxi at midnight. Besides, you have so many gifts. It difficult for you to take them back alone, right?”

Only then did Scarlett remember that she still had a heap of gifts.

She stared at Mark for a moment. “Then it seems I can only trouble you.”

“My pleasure.”

Mark curved his lips, leaned down, and picked up the bag of gifts on the sofa. He then walked to the door and pulled open it. “Let’s go.”

Scarlett smiled at him, walking out of the room.

Mark drove the same Maserati that he drove before, and it was not the first time that Scarlett sat in it.

She drank a lot today. Now, she felt drowsy.

her, the car

a car accident, Scarlett would

black Maybach i n front of her. Just as she felt it familiar,

a look at the back of the car and

they spoke, Raymond also got out of

the Maserati at a glance, and

didn’t expect to

glanced at Scarlett. “You stay in the

Although she left briskly

with it properly.

Maybe the paparazzi

drunk, she wasn’t like Alexis who had lost

of relief, pushing open the door and getting out of the car. “Sorry, sir. It’s my fault. How

in the passenger seat. She had closed her eyes

want

kiss two hours ago. Raymond’s eyes became sharp and cold as he looked a t