Looking at Raymond's face which was only inches away from hers, Scarlett blinked her eyes lightly.
Raymond gave her a quick peck. "Doesn't this count?"
Scarlett felt faintly embarrassed. She hadn't bargained for this.
"Let's go and have breakfast."
Raymond was aware that Scarlett was shy, so he spared her from further awkwardness. He took the cup from her hand, turned around and went back into the kitchen.
It was something after three o'clock in the afternoon that Scarlett spotted the succulent plants beside the fish pond which hadn't always been there. She went downstairs to feed the goldfish. It was fairly cool in the shade provided by the tree, so she placed a lounger beside the fish pond and leisurely reclined in it to sunbathe.
But when she swiveled her head aside, she surprisedly saw many pergolas on the side, and she had no idea when those had been put there. The pergolas were laden with all descriptions of succulent plants. In the sunlight, they looked adorable and gorgeous.
Scarlett involuntarily clicked her tongue and turned to look at Raymond standing beside her. "When did you buy these?” "I had them delivered here yesterday."
His reply was surprisingly honest.
It had been a long time since Scarlett had last tended succulent plants, for the garden in the villa was too large, and it was tiring to tend it unaided, so she hadn't thought of doing that since she'd moved out of the old residence of the Shaw family.
It wasn't that Scarlett didn't like succulent plants. Back at the time when she had first married Raymond, she'd had too much leisure on her hand, and she was disinclined to waste her time having unpleasant conversations with Tiffany or Jean downstairs, so Scarlett spent most of her time reading and drawing succulent plants in the master bedroom on the third floor unless Jean asked her to go downstairs. That kind of life was actually pretty relaxing.
Afterward she had divorced Raymond, and Scarlett had left the succulent plants she'd tended for three years in that residence.
At that time, she had felt that those plants were related to her three-year marriage, and it'd be best if she just left them there, lest the sight of them jog her memory and deepen her upset.
Scarlett didn't know what had happened to those succulent plants afterward.
Recalling the past made Scarlett feel uncharacteristically sentimental. "The succulent plants in the old house, were they all thrown away?"
"No.”
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