Pampered by My Ex-husband (Penny and Orlando)
Chapter 190 He Felt Tipsy

Chapter 190 He Felt Tipsy

All but one of the presidential suites on this floor were unoccupied. There were only Orlando and Penny on this floor.

The overhead light made Penny's fair skin shine and her eyes sparkle. Orlando was not sure how long she had been waiting here.

"I do have something to discuss with you. Mr. Fletcher, can I come in for a minute?"

Orlando raised an eyebrow. Penny, who had painted a portrait of him, was now waiting for him at the door of his hotel room at night.

Orlando's eyes narrowed. He should have declined.

After all, he wanted to put distance between himself and Penny.

Penny was worried that Orlando would refuse her request. She could not explain the whole thing in a moment, and Ms. Fletcher got her very wrong. Penny had to tell Orlando what happened clearly. Orlando took the room card and slid it to open the door.

Penny followed behind him. The scent of wood, mixed with a whiff of alcohol, filled her nostrils.

The space seemed too small for them. Penny belatedly realized that it seemed a little inappropriate for her to come to his door.

But Penny's cell phone rang again. It was a call from her business partners.

On the way over, Penny received two more calls demanding to cancel the orders.

Penny had done so much preparation and communicated with the suppliers in advance, but now almost all of them canceled the deals.

And the studio was affected badly.

After all, Nancy was behind this. She was not only a member of the Fletcher family but also held sway over the business world, so she was very strict with Colin.

In the room, Penny sat down on the couch with a thermos in her hand.

Orlando took off his suit jacket and undid the top button of his shirt, revealing his collarbone.

Penny was always captivated by Orlando's striking good looks.

Penny couldn't take her eyes off Orlando. He reminded her of the painting, and she considered it necessary to add a little more detail to it. "What is it?"

Orlando unhurriedly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his slim strong wrist.

Orlando sat elegantly and languorously across from Penny.

The brightest light in the room was not turned on, so the room was dim. The smell of alcohol was in the air, and Penny inexplicably felt a bit tipsy.

It was as if Orlando hadn't drunk alcohol, but her.

Everyone, regardless of gender, was beguiled by striking beauty.

Without hearing Penny's answer, Orlando noticed that she gazed down at his wrist in admiration.

"Perry?"

Penny came back to her senses, setting the thermos in her hand on the coffee table.

"Mr. Fletcher, are you fully healed?"

She was referring to the wound on Orlando's hand.

"Cut to the chase."

Orlando wasn't particularly interested in pleasantries. Penny felt a little awkward about being interrupted like that and gave a little cough.

"Ms. Fletcher seems to be wrong about me. Mr. Fletcher, you should know I was forced to pretend to be Mr. Levine's girlfriend. Now Mr. Levine has a new girlfriend, and Ms. Fletcher thinks I have a ulterior motive..."

Penny paused for a moment, her eyes falling upon Orlando.

Orlando had a blank expression on his face. Under the influence of alcohol, he craned his neck, and the Adam's apple in his throat moved up and down.

"And Ms. Fletcher probably knew you and I had a one-night stand. I didn't tell her about it, but she definitely knew about it. So, she stole all my clients and thus my studio got in trouble. I was thinking of asking Mr. Levine for help, but since Mr. Levine respects Ms. Fletcher very much, I dropped the idea. That's why I'm here, Mr. Fletcher."

Penny mentioned the one-night stand. After all, she and Orlando had sex that night, even though they were both cold by nature. However, at this moment, they sensed a little spark between them. With that, Penny sat there quietly, waiting for Orlando's response.

But Orlando had a full day of meetings today, then went to a dinner party in the evening. Besides, he had been rushed by Rex lately. Now when he finally got a moment of peace, he felt drunk. Penny sat there for half an hour, but she still did not get a reply from Orlando.

"Mr. Fletcher?"