Chapter 17 I Need Your Cherishing

Viola had known him for a long time. Although Orlando had acted hurt several times before, this was the first time Viola had seen him cry so sadly.

Was he really hurt?

Viola sighed helplessly, and her tone softened a little. “We agreed it was only an act, You took it seriously?”

Orlando didn‘t reply. He lowered his eyes, and he looked fragile.

Yes, he took it seriously. And he took her seriously.

But in the end, reality slapped him in the face and broke his heart.

Viola had nothing to say. She must always keep hier head clear so she wouldu‘t make wrong decisions.

A show was only a show. The fake would remain lake. She never confused the real with the fake.

Besides, was Orlando trying to make her comfort him?

Impossible.

Moreover, she didn‘t know how to comfort people.

Viola turned and left after she coldly said, “Hurry up and clean. I‘m going to sleep.”

However, right after Viola took one step forward, her wrist was grabbed by Orlando from behind.

With exhaustion on her face, Viola said, “Let go of me. I‘m tired. I want to sleep.”

Orlando did not move. He looked at Viola with red puppy eyes.

“Viola… Could you please give me some love and care occasionally… My heart hurts.”

Orlando said in a trembling and pleading voice. He swallowed and gripped Viola‘s wrist tightly.

Viola stiffened, and she stood still.

Would it hurt?

The answer was positive.

when these words came out of Orlando‘s mouth,

 you feel hurt, you should let go of me as soon as possible. What I

 forced open Orlando‘s hand and entered

 this time, Orlando watched her walk

right. He broke

only suffering what

He deserved it.

more time. He got a broom from the back

in late

a thin white shirt, and his face was expressionless and pale. Even though he was doing chores

the third floor,

stood quietly behind the window and watched coldly and

 Viola looked away

 Orlando finished cleaning the yard, it

 staying in the cold wind for hours with only a thin shirt on,

 up, she heard a cough from

 the tall man bustling in the kitchen

 that Vjola usually woke up at this time, so he

on the stairs and saw his thoughtful actions. She pursed her

velvet long-sleeve shirt and a snow–white

 from the coat rack at the door

 cold. Keep yourself warm even when you are indoors. You‘re in good shape, and you look the same pretty with

 didn‘t refuse and raised her face to look at

 her put on the trench coat. He looked calm but a little unwell. His handsome face was a little pale, and his thin

 you‘re ill, just take the day off. You

 a second before answering,

 pulled out the chair for

 the breakfast, they heard several guards talking and laughing outside the

 were just discharged today. The newcomer, Nell, had also recoverrd except for

in. And the three walked

 sturdy and had long legs and narrow waists. They were pleasant to look at except that Nell might be a little

sip of soup and smiled with satisfaction. “It’s good. Everyone is back. This will

sized up the bodyguards one by one. Then he fixed his

you?” Orlando

“Mr. Caffrey,

some memories of what had happened on the Crane Bridge that day. Somehow, he found Nell‘s face familiar, so

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