When Scarlett pushed the door open, Ray was eating pasta. There was a small plate of vegetables on the table.
Seeing this, Scarlett was no longer angry.
Hearing the sound, Ray raised his head from the plate and looked at Scarlett in surprise, with sweat on his face.
"How do you come here soon?" Ray wiped his mouth, stood up, and cleared the table. "Are you full? Do you want me to cook for you?"
"You know I'm coming?" Scarlett walked to the table.
"Yes." Ray moved the plate aside and smiled. "I told Mike about what happened to Rachel. Of course, you will come. But I didn't expect you to come here so soon. I thought you would just call and warn me."
A spurt of anger flashed through Scarlett again after she heard this. "You know I will be angry, but why did you still tell him? Do you kn
