Pampered by My Ex-husband (Penny and Orlando)

Chapter 227 She Playfully Shakes His Arm

Chapter 227 She Playfully Shakes His Arm

When Penny came, she sat in Orlando's car. If he didn't come now, she really didn't know how to return

later.

So when she heard this, she nodded quickly, "Okay."

Grace saw the two of them chatting right in front of her and being so close. She quickly inserted herself

between them, pushing Penny aside.

Penny had no choice but to step back a little.

Grace tilted her head and took the painting from Orlando's hand.

"To be honest, this painting is just average. It wouldn't even cut the Chatville University School of Arts.

I'm curious why the teacher called it a perfect scorepiece."

She was being somewhat impolite saying this, even belittling Penny in front of her.

Penny was still at Franco's mansion and had a favor to ask, so she treated Grace's offense as the

straightforwardness of a little princess.

In this subtle silence, Orlando responded to Grace's words.

"Perry is your senior at school."

This remark made Grace feel extremely embarrassed. She had expected this woman to be from

something other than the Chatville University School of Arts.

Her smile froze on her face, and she was thoroughly unhappy now.

"Orlando, what's wrong with you? We haven't seen each other in three years, yet you're still siding with

an outsider?"

She playfully shook his arm.

Orlando's face remained unchanged, with only a slight raise of his eyebrow, carrying a sense of

laziness. He probably didn't really intend to scold Grace.

Brian, witnessing this scene, chuckled helplessly. "This girl has always been so rude. If she continues

like this, she'll eventually suffer. Orlando, luckily, you're married. Otherwise, she would be a real bother

to you."

"What's the big deal? Orlando being married or not doesn't make a difference. If he really liked that

woman, he wouldn't have been away for three years. In my opinion, if that woman has any sense, she

should initiate a divorce herself. It's unfair for her to hog the toilet without using it."

Upon hearing this, Penny's lips twitched, not because she was angry, but because she felt it was

amusing.

Who was the toilet, and who was the poop?

Grace probably realized her mistake and felt defeated. "Well, Orlando, why don't you stay for dinner

tonight?"

Orlando had already received a call from Brian, inviting him to come and taste some wild flavors, so he

nodded.

"Mr. Franco, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Brian didn't want to deal with Grace either. After all, this girl liked Orlando, and it wasn't something new.

"Grace, prepare some tea for Orlando and Perry."

Grace glared at Penny and reluctantly let go of Orlando's arm to prepare the tea.

Orlando sat on the sofa nearby, a two-seater sofa with no room for a third person, as Penny was also

sitting on it.

Grace came over with a tray and saw them sitting on the two-seater sofa, which made her even more

unhappy.

But she had just said the wrong thing and didn't dare to speak out of turn, so she just placed the two

cups of tea in front of them.

The fragrance of black tea filled the air, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Penny heard his question, "Did you handle the floor issue?"

"Yeah, Mr. Franco promised me that if anyone cancels their order, he will contact me immediately."

Orlando lifted his hand to pick up a cup of tea, and Penny also intended to pick up the cup.

When Grace placed the cups earlier, she was supposed to put them on opposite sides so that the

person on the left could pick up the cup on the left and the person on the right could pick up the cup on

the right.

But Grace didn't like Penny, so she placed the cups in front of the other.

Orlando and Penny reached out simultaneously and grasped the same cup.

Within a few short days, this situation had already occurred for the second time.

As their fingertips touched, both of them froze simultaneously.

Orlando's hands were slender like jade, and he quickly retracted his hand, furrowing his brow.

Penny also sensed the subtle tension and quickly spoke, "Mr. Fletcher, please go ahead."

Grace was sitting on the sofa opposite them and nearly jumped in frustration at the sight.

She couldn't tell if it was just her imagination, but there was an unusual atmosphere between Penny Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

and Orlando. Even though she was sitting right there, it felt like she couldn't fit in.