Pampered by My Ex-husband (Penny and Orlando) novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63 Are My Hands Beautiful

Penny took a short walk outside with the umbrella, and her pants were soaked.

A car slowly approached her and honked twice.

She was annoyed because she believed it was Clark again.

Zoey's voice could be heard as the car window opened slightly.

"Get in the car quickly. Traffic is awful right now, and many people are outside."

Penny looked around where her car was parked and spotted a large gathering. Because the rain was getting heavier, she accepted the invitation and thanked Zoey before getting into the car.

The rain and humidity were sealed outside, making the inside of the car refreshingly silent.

Penny assumed this was the Fletcher family's car for picking up Zoey, but to her astonishment, it was Orlando's driver who drove the car.

She noticed Orlando sitting by the window, holding paperwork between his fingertips and lost in thoughts, and she wondered what he was thinking.

Fortunately, Zoey was also in the car, so it wasn't too awkward.

Zoey's small cheeks glowed with delight.

"Do you know you're well-known among us students? Ruby used to be arrogant, but now she's been hauled to the police station. The Foster family is most likely rushing to bail her out right now. And who would have guessed Mr. Hardy and Ms. Bender had such ugly affairs behind their usual appearances? They are truly revolting!"

Zoey couldn't help but softly pull Orlando. She waited for Orlando's calm stare to turn towards her before looking at him eagerly. "Orlando, Ruby will undoubtedly complain to her brother later. Please don't make things tough for Perry because of this, okay?"

Penny was a little moved. She thought Zoey was utterly innocent. After all she had been through, it was the first time she had been protected by others.

"Mr. Fletcher's hands are very beautiful. They make people want to paint them unconsciously."

Hands were the most challenging component of a figure painting to paint, since they were people's second face.

Penny had so formed a habit of looking at other people's hands.

Orlando appeared cool at first glance, but his wrist bones were lengthy and white. Every visible part of his hands fits perfectly. During his thought, he moved his fingertips as gently as a virgin.

This was top-tier material for an artist.

Except for the person who captured Penny's heart, gender didn't matter in her eyes.

The only distinction was whether what she observed was appropriate for painting. As a result, she was unaware that a woman staring at a man without turning away was an indirect seduction.