"Just returning a favor..." Julian looked at Scarlett, with a hint of resentment in his expression.
"Then what do you want it to be?" Scarlett curiously looked at this man, wondering what kind of sweet talk he might come up with.
Julian looked at Scarlett and said, "Since you're my wife, can't you say you're worried about me and want to keep me company in the hospital? Can't you say something nice?"
"Sure!" Scarlett said, "Name your price. Tell me how much for each sentence, I don't mind talking until you're bankrupt."
"???" Julian looked at Scarlett, speechless. He just knew she wouldn't sweet-talk him; she wasn't even willing to say a few words to make him happy.
Scarlett didn't bicker with him and seriously said, "How about I go home and bring you some change of clothes? The clothes you're wearing today really scared me, covered in blood."
"There's clothes in the office upstairs."
