Flirting With My Ex-Husband

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Scarlett had just woken up, and her mind was still a little unclear. Only when she had been sitting up for a long tdid she finally regain sof her consciousness.

She pulled the quilt a little up. The room was very quiet. Although Raymond had lowered his voice, she could hear a few of his words, "Wait until my wife wakes up. Yes, put it off for half an hour." After hearing Raymond's voice, when Scarlett just looked in the direction where the voice had cfrom, her eyes happened to meet Raymond's.

Raymond hung up and walked toward her. Seeing her sleepy eyes, he moved his dark eyes and touched her cheek. "Are you still sleepy?" Scarlett shook her head and rubbed the corner of her eye. "No." As she spoke, she turned her head to glance out the window. "It's dark now." Raymond responded. Then, he brought her clothes, put them on the bed, and reached out to carry her.

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Suddenly picked up by him, Scarlett subconsciously threw her arm around his neck. Remembering the words she had just overheard, she couldn't help but ask, "Just now, | heard you say something would be put off for half an hour. What was it?" "You were not awake, so | asked them not to bring the food up here until half an hour later.” As he put the sweater on her, he said," Raise your arms." Scarlett raised her arms, and he slipped the sweater along her arms down on her.

Her hair was messed up by the static electricity. Raymond pulled it gently and explained, "I told them to cook Chinese food.” He removed the hairs on her face, and Scarlett looked at him, feeling something funny. "Now you even don't wantto put on my clothes by myself?" Raymond lowered his head and glimpsed at her. "I asked you to do something by yourself, didn't I? " He meant the action of raising her arms.

"Stretch out your arms." He picked up her coat. Scarlett stretched out her arms, and he put the coat on her.

With her upper body dressed, Scarlett snatched her pants and pushed him with a feeling that she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "Stop, Raymond. I'm not someone who can't move." "I'm enjoying it." He stopped and looked at her, feeling happy.

Raymond was really enjoying it. He liked to do such things for her very much, probably because in such a time, he would feel that his mind was so peaceful, that this was so nice, and that she relied on him.

This was a helpless choice. His wife was very special, and he could only find a sense of fulfillment in such trivial matters.

"Turn around!" Scarlett snorted.

Seeing her dark eyes slightly move, he gave a small smile. "I've seen you like that before." "Just do it. Turn around!" Scarlett's skin was not as thick as Raymond's. She was not still used to putting on her pants in front of his eyes.

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He gave a rare smile, but he turned around. "Don’t you really need my help?" Scarlett was embarrassed. "I'm thirsty." She had just woken up, and she was a little thirsty.

"Okay." Raymond responded. He mixed the boiled water with cold water. Only when he had felt the mixture was neither too hot nor too cold did he hand the cup to her.

After draining the cup, Scarlett becmuch more clear-headed.

She picked up her mobile phone and finally realized that it was almost 7 p.m. She froze for a moment. "It's so late!" She remembered that it had just been a few minutes past two when she stepped off the plane. She just spent an hour or so on the road from the airport to the hotel. Then she went to bed and slept for more than three hours.

But she had thought that she had just slept for more than an hour. No wonder she had been a little dizzy when she woke up. It seemed that she had slept for too long.

Raymond brought her scarf. As he threw it around her neck, he said calmly, "It doesn't matter. It's good to sleep a little longer." Scarlett struggled a bit. "I'm in a room. | don't need a scarf." Raymond thought about it, feeling that the room temperature was comfortable, so he didn’t force her.

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