Pampered by My Ex-husband (Penny and Orlando)

Chapter 128 Deliberately Avoiding Each Other Would Only Seem Hypocritical

Chapter 128 Deliberately Avoiding Each Other Would Only Seem Hypocritical

Penny was extremely tired at the moment. If Orlando had arrived even a minute later, she would have

probably fallen asleep leaning against the wall.

So when she heard the sound of the elevator doors opening and closing, her eyes immediately lit up,

and she looked up, instantly adopting a respectful attitude.

"Mr. Fletcher."

Orlando was slightly pleased by the glimmer in her eyes, so his expression softened a bit.

He swiped his card to enter the room, and Penny followed behind, placing the thermos on the coffee

table.

"Mr. Fletcher, this is tonight's soup."

The thermos was pink and looked very delicate.

Orlando hadn't expected that Penny would use a thermos of this color.

She always gave off a capable and professional vibe at work, always getting straight to the point.

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he only unbuttoned two buttons of his suit.

After Penny finished delivering the soup, she wanted to leave. After all, it was easy for him to think that NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

she might have other intentions if they were alone in the room.

"Well, Mr. Fletcher, enjoy your meal."

As Penny turned to leave, she heard him say, "Aren't you taking the thermos back?"

Penny wanted to say she didn't need to, but she thought that maybe there weren't any extras available

at Hills Villa for the time being. After all, she rarely stayed at Hills Villa.

And she had a feeling that Orlando's words meant he wanted her to wait until he finished eating before

leaving.

So Penny sat down, maintaining a calm and open posture that even surprised Orlando.

"Then I'll wait until you finish, Mr. Fletcher."

In Penny's mind, Orlando was a client, her soon-to-be ex-husband in legal terms.

To put it bluntly, they had already done more intimate things together, so deliberately avoiding each

other would only seem hypocritical.

It wouldn't be good if Orlando thought she was playing hard to get.

So perhaps staying composed would leave a better impression.

Orlando raised his eyebrows. There was a kitchen in the suite, and his intention was for her to pour the

soup into another bowl.

It was already nine o'clock, and she had delivered soup to a male client. Waiting in the hotel room for

the male client to finish the soup would take at least an hour.

What was she thinking?

Orlando furrowed his brow. He had just been about to ask her to get a bowl from the kitchen, but when

he looked up, he saw Penny had actually fallen asleep on the couch.

Penny was indeed too tired. She hadn't slept all night, driving for hours from Prodale County to

Chatville. Then she had been busy stewing soup. Although she didn't contribute to the soup, she didn't

dare to fall asleep during the process and pushed herself to deliver it. She had also exchanged some

cryptic words with someone downstairs.

Now that she had finally settled down, a strong wave of drowsiness washed over her.

Orlando had never seen anyone fall asleep in less than a minute. Was she pretending?

He approached her and heard her shallow breathing. There were faint dark circles under her eyelids.

He remembered her saying last night that she was going to Prodale County, and he immediately

understood.

Orlando no longer paid attention to her and instead took off his suit, unbuttoning his white shirt.

His figure was clean and neat, with a lean waistline that revealed his slender body.

One could vaguely sense the explosive power beneath his well-defined muscles.

Penny had already experienced his fierceness in bed, but there was obviously no chance to appreciate

it now.

Orlando casually threw his suit aside and went into the bathroom.

When he came out, he saw Penny had pulled his suit over herself, probably feeling cold, and had

covered herself with it.

Orlando frowned and walked up to her, trying to pull the suit out, but Penny held onto it tightly.

A rare trace of annoyance appeared in Orlando's eyes. He couldn't understand how a simple soup

delivery had turned into this.

He took a deep breath and simply shook off the suit, letting her hold onto it.

Just then, Randy Vance called, so he went to the balcony to answer.

"Orlando, do you want to go out for a drink?"

Randy had a smile on his face, holding a glass of wine in his hand. "By the way, I'm working on a new

script recently. If Perry comes to see you, tell me in detail about your interactions with her. Maybe I'll

get some creative inspiration."

"Get lost."

Orlando pretended to hang up, but Randy seemed to sense an unusual atmosphere.

"Your tone seems a bit less gloomy than before. Did I hit the mark? Is that beauty in your bed? Who

said he wanted to save his first time for the night he married into the one from the Bender family?"

Orlando's face immediately darkened, and inexplicably, he thought of his first time with Penny.

That had indeed been his first time, completely following his body's instincts. He hadn't expected to

leave so many marks on her.

What surprised him even more was that the unforgettable night had been spent with a married woman.

His Adam's apple rolled as he dispelled other thoughts from his mind and hung up Randy's call directly.