Pampered by My Ex-husband (Penny and Orlando)

Chapter 226 Like Sugar Melting in Water

Chapter 226 Like Sugar Melting in Water

Orlando withdrew his arm and nodded at Brian.

"Mr. Franco, long time no see."

Brian, who had stood up by now, smiled and patted his shoulder.

"You, my boy, disappeared without a word for three years."

It seemed that Orlando hadn't been here since he was forced out of the country by that marriage three

years ago.

Penny couldn't figure out the relationship between the Fletcher family and Brian. It was possible that

Brian knew Rex, which made Orlando highly respectful towards him.

Grace chimed in from the side.

"If I were asked to marry a woman I have never met, I would also run away. I don't know what Rex was

thinking in his mind."

Brian glared at her. "Other people's private matters are not for you to gossip about. Orlando, please

have a seat. We happen to have a disciple of Master Hudson here. You can get to know each other.

You are both young talents."

As one of the parties involved in that marriage, Penny suddenly felt a sense of estrangement. But she

wasn't familiar with these people in the first place, so there was no sense of loss. When Brian

introduced her, she politely nodded.

"Mr. Franco, Mr. Fletcher and I have already met."

Upon hearing this, Orlando realized that Penny hadn't told Brian that she wanted the wood floors to

design his house.

But he didn't expect that she was actually the only disciple of Hudson.

Brian was somewhat surprised by Penny's words.

"How did you two meet?"

If they really wanted to go into detail, she and Orlando met in bed. After all, their connection only

happened after that incident.

Penny was about to answer when she heard Grace exclaim dramatically, "Orlando, why are your pants

dirty? Did you go to the mountains?" Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Penny followed her gaze and noticed that there was some mud on the hem of Orlando's expensive

pants. It should be he got his pant legs dirty when he went to the mountains with the group led by

Simon just now.

He probably didn't expect the road over there to be so bad, so his pants got dirty.

"It's not a big deal."

Orlando's voice was clear, and he saw Grace grabbing a wet wipe and crouching down to clean his

pants. He furrowed his brows almost imperceptibly.

Brian sighed as he watched his daughter eagerly trying to win Orlando's favor.

"Grace, learn something from Orlando. Despite being the CEO, he still personally goes on field

inspections in the mountains. Ever since you got accepted into the Chatville University School of Arts,

you've looked down upon ordinary exams and even lack focus when painting."

Grace stuck out her tongue and was about to touch Orlando's pants with her fingertips when he

stopped her.

"I have a spare pair, and I'll change into them later."

Grace stood up and didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, she took his arm again.

"Stay over tonight. Dad went fishing yesterday and caught some wild fish and picked some

mushrooms. They're so fresh, and you can't get them in the city."

Grace liked the city life, but she had to admit that food made from wild ingredients tasted better.

Orlando looked at Penny briefly. She seemed lonely because nobody was talking to her.

He didn't know where this sudden sense of suffocation came from, so he asked her.

"Did you paint the picture on the table?"

With this opening, Brian quickly introduced Penny. "Penny is indeed the disciple of Master Hudson, and

she paints very well. I just showed it to Grace's teacher, and it got full marks."

Grace wasn't happy about being overshadowed, especially since she also heard Orlando praise Penny.

"It's perfect," Orlando added.

Colin had told Penny before that Orlando had a keen judgment in the field of art, but she never

expected him to praise her.

At this moment, he had already walked over to her.

"Let's go back together later."

He picked up the painting and looked at it, saying so.

Because their shoulders were so close, they could almost feel each other's fabric.

Their breaths, even their body temperature, had already spread out, like sugar melting in water.