Pampered by My Ex-husband (Penny and Orlando)

Chapter 223 Like a Lingering Fragrance

Chapter 223 Like a Lingering Fragrance

"Penny, rest assured. I won't do that again. It's not worth it."

Penny nodded and thought for a moment before asking, "Do any of you in your organization know the

owner of the Lignum Vitae wood flooring business?"

Despite the low salary, Philip's current job was decent, and he had many acquaintances.

"I'll ask around later. If there's any result, I'll message you."

Penny finally felt at ease and returned to the hotel.

She had initially planned to take a shower and go to sleep.

But when she came out after showering, she saw a big black bug on the bed. Instantly, she didn't dare

to get on the bed anymore. She put on her clothes and managed to spend the night on a chair, waking

up with a sore neck.

When she woke up the next morning, Philip sent her a text message saying that Simon and the others

were going there tonight.

[I've talked to Simon and asked him to give you a ride.]

Penny had some porridge and ate a corn cob before waiting outside the hotel.

The first car to arrive was a BMW, but it was the basic model, costing less than 35 thousand dollars.

Following behind the BMW was a Rolls-Royce, and Penny instantly recognized it as Orlando's car.

How could it be possible?

Before she could finish her thoughts, Simon got out of the car and pulled Penny directly towards the

Rolls-Royce.

Last time, Mr. Fletcher was very pleased with the painting Penny had done, and Penny had also ridden

in Mr. Fletcher's car before.

The window rolled down, revealing Orlando's face.

Even here, he still had a pile of documents on his knees.

His wrist was adorned with an expensive Patek Philippe watch, and his nails were neatly trimmed. His

hands were slender and delicate, and because his wrists were so fair, the veins on the back of his

hands were clearly visible.

His hands, like his face, were captivating.

"Mr. Fletcher, this young girl is the one who painted last time. We are going for a field inspection later;

coincidentally, she is also going to the same area. Our car is filled with rough men who smoke. I

wanted to ask if she can hitch a ride in your car?" Simon said sincerely, with a smile on his austere

face.

Penny noticed that Orlando's fingers, holding the documents, tightened slightly. Probably Simon

interrupted his train of thought.

She was about to decline when she heard his clear voice say, "Get in."

Penny had no choice but to sit in the car with a forced smile.

As soon as the car door closed, she turned and looked out the window, pretending to admire the

scenery outside.

But from the corner of her eye, she noticed the orange on the nearby shelf. It was the one she had

given him last night. It rested amidst a pile of documents, looking out of place.

The boss of the Lignum Vitae wood flooring business had a villa in the mountains. With a stable

amount of customers and no worries about orders, coupled with his low material desires, he chose to Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

stay in Prodale County.

He had a large villa in the mountains and another one in Prodale County, where he alternated between

living.

Penny obtained this information from Philip. She didn't know how to impress such a boss for a moment.

The car bumped, and Penny saw the orange on the shelf about to roll off. She quickly reached out to

catch it.

However, Orlando happened to reach out his hand at the same time, and their fingertips instantly

touched one cold, one warm.

Penny looked up at him in surprise, while Orlando frowned slightly, probably not expecting this

accident.

Penny quickly withdrew her hand, trying to change the atmosphere by changing the topic. "How is Mr.

Fletcher's back injury?"

Because of her retracting hand, the orange fell to the ground.

Orlando bent down to pick up the orange, and Penny thought about his back injury. This movement

would pull on his wound, so she quickly supported his shoulder with one hand.

"Mr. Fletcher, let me pick it up," Penny said.

The orange fell closer to Orlando, but Penny remembered his injury, so she crouched down and

reached out her hand, inadvertently brushing against the fabric on the outside of Orlando's leg.

A moist breath seeped through the fabric and instantly entered his body.

Unaware of this, Penny was focused on reaching for the orange with her fingertips. After a couple of

fumbles, she finally managed to grab it and let out a sigh of relief.

She picked it up and placed it in front of Orlando.

Orlando didn't look at the orange but felt his heart rate becoming irregular. He furrowed his brows,

trying hard to ignore this sensation.

"Just leave it there," he said.

Penny thought he didn't like the orange. But due to good manners, he didn't throw it away. After all, it

was a gift from someone. So she returned the orange to its original place and returned to her seat.

The atmosphere was subtle, like a lingering fragrance.

Orlando lowered his head to look at the documents, but his peripheral vision remained fixed on the

outside of his leg, where a slight itchiness lingered as if that warmth was still there.