Pampered by My Ex-husband (Penny and Orlando) novel Chapter 128

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 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?