Flirting With My Ex-husband
Chapter 44

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.

Mark didn't disturb her, the car was very quiet. If there

wasn't a car accident, Scarlett would fall asleep.

Scarlett opened her eyes and saw the black Maybach in front of her. Just as she felt it familiar, Alexander got out of the passenger seat.

He took a look at the back of the car and clucked softly. "Look at the scratch."

As they spoke, Raymond also got out of the driver's seat.

He saw Scarlett sitting inside the Maserati at a glance, and his face became even more gloomy.

Mark didn't expect to rear-end Raymond.

He glanced at Scarlett. "You stay in the car?"

Scarlett didn't want to get out of the car to meet Raymond. Although she left briskly after kissing him a few hours ago, she wasn't as calm as she appeared t obe. "Well. Deal with it properly. Don't quarrel with them."

It was late. There were few cars on the road, but Mark was a celebrity. Maybe the paparazzi were just following him and waiting to spread his scandal and attract attention.

Even though Scarlett was a little drunk, she wasn't like Alexis who had lost her mind. She was now sober and sensible.

Mark breathed a sigh of relief, pushing open the door and getting out of the car. "Sorry, sir. It's my fault. How much do you need to have your car repaired?"

Raymond looked at Scarlett in the passenger seat. She had closed her eyes and covered her forehead. He couldn't see her face clearly.

She didn't want to see him.

He remembered the gentle kiss two hours ago. Raymond's eyes became sharp and cold as he looked at the man in front of him.

He knew this man. He was called Mark, an actor who became a first-tier star last year with a fantasy drama, the man who picked up Scarlett at the entrance of the Marriage License Bureau when Scarlett just divorced him some time ago.

Mark seemed to have said he liked Scarlett on Twitter.

Raymond suddenly felt Mark so annoying. "One hundred thousand dollars."

The smile on Mark's face faded. "Sir, you're too greedy, n

Raymond snorted, "Greedy? You can ask the person in your car if I had to waste so much time on you just for one hundred thousand dollars."

Alexander also thought Raymond asked for too much, but hearing what Raymond said, he looked at the person inside the car, he was surprised. That turned out to be targeted at Scarlett.