Chapter 155 You Can't Do It
As Viola put on her slippers, she observed Orlando.
She took off her coat and handed it to him.
Orlando was stunned for a second. His long eyelashes were curly when he looked down, and his handsome face was pale.
He obediently took the coat Viola handed over and helped her hang it on the coat rack.
He never took the initiative to say a word, completely unlike him, who was usually attentive.
Viola's face became gloomy.
Orlando didn't notice it and turned to look at the clock on the wall of the living room.
It was close to noon.
He prepared to cook in the kitchen.
Viola sat down on the sofa in a domineering manner, her red lips slightly raised, and when she opened her mouth, her tone was cold and indifferent.
"Come here."
Orlando's broad back stiffened, and he obediently walked to her, standing still.