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Chapter 75 This Person Truly was Heaven's Favorite
Chapter 75 This Person Truly was Heaven's Favorite
Chapter 75 This Person Truly was Heaven's Favorite
Orlando didn't respond to her. Suddenly, a sense of restlessness surged in his chest, making him feel
suffocated.
Yesterday, she framed him with her dog, causing a stranger to misunderstand and scold him.
And now, in the middle of the night, she chased after him to Prodale County and splattered paint on
him. For a moment, Orlando couldn't help but wonder if he owed this woman something in his past life.
Penny looked at the man's unusually cold and stern face and realized that all of this wasn't just her
imagination.
She knew she had caused trouble and could only try to remedy the situation. She hurriedly said, "Mr.
Fletcher, do you have spare clothes? I can wash this one for you."
Orlando glanced at the palette she was holding and walked a few steps away.
Penny stood still, feeling somewhat annoyed. Why did it always seem like she encountered him in
situations like this?
Seeing that she didn't follow, Orlando said in a deep voice, "Didn't you say you would help me wash it?
Since you caused the mess, you should take responsibility."
Penny hurriedly caught up, "I didn't mean to evade responsibility."
"Eighty thousand."
His tone was indifferent, and his gaze fell on her face.
Penny couldn't immediately grasp the meaning of his words. It took her a moment to realize that he
was referring to the price of the shirt.
She was instantly taken aback. She had never worn such an expensive shirt in her entire life.
In this state, she didn't know if she would be able to clean it later...
Feeling somewhat guilty, she could only weakly say, "When I wash it by hand, I'll use a very gentle
touch."
Orlando looked at her submissive appearance with lowered eyes and inexplicably thought of her
mocking expression towards Ryder at the gambling table. He narrowed his eyes.
He walked back to his room, and Zane, who had been waiting nearby, heard the commotion. He was
about to greet Orlando but noticed Penny standing behind him. His pupils contracted, and he tactfully
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Orlando entered the room, unbuttoned all the buttons of his shirt, and threw it at Penny.
As soon as Penny stepped inside, a piece of clothing hit her face.
Her face turned red, and she quickly took it off, glancing around the room. But then, her gaze froze.
Orlando had just been wearing this shirt. Now that he had taken it off, his upper body was bare. He was
standing with his back to her. With broad shoulders and narrow waist, his figure was truly impressive.
His legs were also long and well-proportioned, a perfect example of the golden ratio in art.
Her eyes couldn't help but fixate on him, and she noticed that even his shoulder blades looked
beautiful, as if meticulously polished.
She couldn't help but sigh. This person truly was Heaven's favorite.
Orlando was about to open the cabinet to find a new shirt to wear when he felt a burning gaze behind
him.
He frowned and turned to look at Penny.
Penny's gaze was still fixated on his waistline, the V-line, the abs, everything was there.
To say it was the golden ratio would be an understatement. In terms of artistic material, it was even
more standard than a top male model.
She was so engrossed in looking at him that she was even thinking about where to start if she were to
draw him.
Then, she heard a deep male voice ask, "Do you find it attractive?"
This wasn't the first time Orlando had asked this. Last time, when Penny couldn't take her eyes off his
hands, he had asked the same question.
Penny nodded honestly, or more accurately, it would be great to draw.
Orlando was pleased to see her being so honest.
But when he thought about the fact that she was already married, he couldn't help but feel somewhat
disgusted by her behavior.
He quickly grabbed a shirt and put it on, his tone becoming less polite.
"Aren't you leaving yet?"
Penny snapped back to reality and realized that she should leave after getting the shirt.
"Okay, Mr. Fletcher, please rest early."
Orlando wasn't interested in why she appeared here at all. Instead, he completely lost his desire to go
out and stroll around.
Penny took the shirt and was about to leave when she noticed that he had been rubbing his temples
from time to time since she first saw him. The shirt in her arms also had a strong smell of alcohol,
indicating that he had probably had a few drinks and now had a headache.
When the Stuart family was just starting out, Cason had so many social engagements that he would
come back with a headache every time. His mother would always prepare hangover soup for him and
massage his head.
Later, when his mother passed away, she became the one who learned to do these things.
Out of habit, she said something without thinking.
"Mr. Fletcher, would you like me to massage your temples?"