fanqie novel
Chapter 22 What Does Your Husband Do?
Chapter 22 What Does Your Husband Do?
Chapter 22 What Does Your Husband Do?
"My husband is just an ordinary programmer," Penny casually lied, maintaining a serious tone.
"Marriage takes effort from both sides, you know? Can't let him bear all the burden alone."
She pushed the coffee to Orlando, and smiled decently, "Although he doesn't earn much, he is a
devoted family man."
What Penny described was the image of an ideal spouse she conjured up in her mind.
Orlando fell far short of that image in every aspect.
"Well, Mr. Fletcher, what about you? That lady just mentioned that you're married. What kind of person
is your wife?"
Penny casually asked, trying to get close to the client.
After all, this man didn't even know her name or what she looked like, so she couldn't expect much
from his answer.
As expected, Orlando furrowed his brow slightly and gave an honest reply, "I don't know."
He dragged on the divorce, even sending the divorce agreement to Stuart's mansion, but that woman
did not react whatsoever.
What was she waiting for?
She just wanted to cling to the Fletcher Group like a parasite. All content is © N0velDrama.Org.
Penny was surprised by his candid response, and at that moment, the waiter arrived with the dishes.
She took the opportunity to change the subject.
"Chef Bell is an art enthusiast. It's amazing how he incorporates famous paintings into his dishes."
Three exquisite dishes were brought to the table, seemingly chaotic in color but complementing each
other perfectly.
"Mr. Fletcher, please enjoy."
The vision before Penny was becoming increasingly blurry, and she just wanted to finish the task
quickly and go to the hospital.
But Orlando held a coffee cup and asked casually, "How did you know I have a stomach problem?"
She hesitated for a moment. "Just a guess. I heard that you are a workaholic and probably don't eat on
time."
It was Rex who complained during their phone call, mentioning how Orlando was too absorbed in work
and frequently suffered from stomach problems.
Rex could only hope that Penny would remind him and take care of him.
Penny couldn't bring herself to refuse, so she always promised to do so.
However, in the past three years of marriage, the two of them had never met even once.
The following dishes were served one after another, and Penny briefly introduced each one while
observing Orlando's reactions.
But Orlando was the most adept at controlling his micro-expressions that she had ever seen. After
seven dishes, not even his eyelashes twitched.
Penny couldn't tell at all which one he preferred.
Even when he picked up the food, he only took a few bites before setting down his utensils.
Did he not like any of them?
She even started to doubt Colin's information. If Orlando had studied something related to art before,
his reaction shouldn't have been so indifferent.
"Ms. Perry?"
"Perry?"
Penny snapped back to reality and realized that Orlando was already standing in front of her, his
eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Her mind went blank as if that recent memory had gone missing. She hastily said, "I'll go pay the bill."
Orlando glanced at her. If it weren't for her genuine expression at that moment, he might have thought
she was trying to skip out on the bill.
The waiter placed the bill in front of her, but she didn't react. Helplessly, the waiter handed the card
machine over to Orlando.
Orlando found it amusing, swiped his card, and noticed that Penny was still lost in thought.
"It's already paid."
Penny stopped in embarrassment. She had stood up too quickly and now felt dizzy. Unexpectedly, she
leaned towards him.
Orlando initially tried to avoid her, but realizing that the escalator was nearby, he hesitated for a
moment and she had already fallen into his arms.
Only then did he notice that she was burning up.
The cold fragrance from the man entered his nostrils, and Penny's confused brain began to function
again. Ignoring her discomfort, she quickly withdrew to the side. "Sorry, I might have caught a chill last
night."
Caught a chill?
Orlando saw her pale face and wondered if she had lost her mind and spent the whole night soaking in
cold water.
"Since you're married, why didn't you tell your husband to pick you up last night?"
With that kind of drug, it's much more comfortable to have someone help her than to tough it out alone.