After the passion subsided, Scarlett calmed down, only to feel a pang of regret.
Before their marriage, she loved him so much but couldn't have him; after the divorce, he came to her again and again. She did not quite understand this.
Ryan looked at her, his eyes deep. "You have no right to say that," he said. "That's not what you said when you were holding me last night."
Scarlett grabbed her high heels and threw them over.
Ryan turned his face slightly, the heel of the shoe hitting the wall.
"Get out of my house," she ordered.
"Fine," he said in a deep voice. "Let's just say we each got what we needed. I won't bother you again."
"I hope you remember what you said." Scarlett walked to the door, opened it, and coldly urged him, "There's no such thing as getting what we needed. Just
