Flirting With My Ex-husband
Chapter 1127

Hearing Devin's words, Caroline finally realized that she had no other choices. Devin was not giving her any other chances.

"I can't touch Raymond."

Caroline knew all too well that Raymond's secretary was a hard nut to crack. With him around, Caroline could never dream about touching Raymond.

Devin seemed to have sneered before replying, "Don't worry. I'll see to it."

Then he just hung up the phone.

Caroline stared at her phone until the screen was off and looked up at the villa, in which lights were already on. Biting her lip, she could only leave for now.

As the evening wore on, Scarlett came out to the balcony and watched out, only to replace that Caroline was no longer there.

A gust of chilling wind caught her. The light in her eyes flickered, but eventually, she went back into the warm room.

Raymond had already finished cooking the last dishes, so Scarlett came to the dinner table after washing her hands.

It was Raymond who personally cooked for Scarlett recently, and he was becoming versatile in the kitchen.

Since Scarlett preferred a bland diet these days, Raymond had specially learned how to cook lightly-flavored dishes and soup by following cooking tutorials on apps. And now, there was a table of delicious cuisine waiting for Scarlett.

With a good appetite, Scarlett ate more than she had for lunch.

Fearing that Scarlett might have overeaten, Raymond took a coat and accompanied her to take a walk in the garden downstairs.

The warm yellow lights in the garden gave the environment an enveloping glow, in which Raymond and Scarlett threw long shadows.

This was a cozy moment most people would envy.

Although Raymond was back to Teuton, he had only taken over some important affairs and left most of the management work for Frank to take care of.

But today, Raymond had to attend a business dinner with the authorities and talk about a major project whose approval had been pending for too long.

Drinking was usually necessary for enhancing communication during this kind of dinner, but Raymond didn't drink more than he wanted to. As an influential figure, he didn't have to swallow his pride to get what he needed from the authorities.

Yes, he was asking for the government to give the green light, but the government had to respect him and the Tank family since he had already asked for help.

The dinner lasted more than two hours, and it was already past nine 'o clock as it ended.

When Raymond stood up and walked out of the room, a waiter bumped into him, and the red wine in his tray spilled on Raymond. Raymond's hand and clothes were soon stained with red marks. Knowing that he himself was in trouble, the waiter froze with a pale face and repeated "sorry" without being able to say other words.

Frank did not dare to say anything at first. After a few seconds, seeing that Raymond had just frowned and said nothing, Frank waved the waiter away and said, "Get back to your work and be careful next time."

"Thank you, Mr. Shaw! Thank you so much!"

The waiter retreated as he expressed his apology. As for Raymond, he found that wine had splattered on the back of his hand and sleeve, which felt wet, clammy, and quite uncomfortable now. Looking a bit apologetically at the guests, he said, "Excuse me, director and minister, but I need to go to the restroom."

Then he ordered Frank, "See the director and minister out properly."

"Yes, sir," responded Frank.

Then Frank turned to the officers, "This way, please."

The officers didn't say anything, knowing that Raymond was not putting on an act.

So after exchanging banalities for a while, they walked out with Frank.

In the restroom, Raymond had washed away the wine on the back of his hand. But there was still a lot on his white sleeve that was even dripping down.

Frowning, he put the sleeve under the tap and tried washing away the red liquor, too.