Chapter 224 Mr. Hobson, You’re Like Someone I Know 

Ormand held his breath and turned around.

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Viola was sitting on the sofa by the window with her back to him, drinking red wine.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his palms were sweating. In his heart, he was

thinking, is it possible that she’s drunk again tonight?

Maybe she will be gentle to me like the past two days.

“Mr. Hobson, I thought I didn’t know you, but you wanted to get engaged to me. Don’t you think you should give me an explanation for this?”

Ormand held the door handle in despair.

Because Viola sounded clear and reasonable when she talked. It was clear that she was still sober since she had only drunk two glasses of wine.

He was finished tonight!

But he had not thought of how to face her…

He quickly walked to the window and tried to escape from the window.

“Your grandfather had someone lock the window in advance. I heard that the window is made of bulletproof glass that can’t be smashed. We are just chatting. What are you afraid of, Mr. Hobson?”

There was no way for him to escape this time.

Ormand subconsciously touched his face. He was still wearing the ghost mask, so Viola shouldn’t be able to recognize him so easily.

He cleared his throat and said, “Ms. McGraw, you must be joking. I don’t know you. I chose to get engaged to you because I think we are suitable for each other.”

Viola put down her red wine glass and turned to look at him as she said, “Mr. Hobson, last time, I told you that I like…”

She suddenly stopped.

Ormand was standing upright by the window, looking noble and elegant.

Viola found him familiar though he was only standing there.

Her expression gradually turned serious. She carefully sized up the man by the window

from top to bottom.

Ormand noticed the change in her expression and his Adam’s apple rolled. He felt

extremely nervous in his heart.

“Mr. Hobson, you’re like someone I know.”

Viola got up, her brows furrowed as she slowly walked towards Ormand.

“Ms. McGraw, you must have made a mistake. We have never seen each other before.”

His eyes were cold and his voice was hoarse.

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pair of black eyes and her eyes gradually

his suit collar and

you think I can’t recognize you just because you’re wearing a mask? I can recognize you from your eyes and your every small movement. Maybe

Ormand was shocked..

Should he confess?

that he was lying

like him in the first place. Wouldn’t she hate him even more in the future and

Why did you become

her eyes filled with shock,

“Ms. McGraw, I…”

you call

elbow, and mercilessly hit him in

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“Ouch…”

face was twisted. He couldn’t help but bend over, but Viola grabbed

but he was afraid that he would hurt Viola since he was much

Viola didn’t care about

time she attacked, she used all

angrily. She could

about one thing. Orlando is

he come to

he admit

to admit you are Orlando? Alright!

reached out to

tonight. Isn’t it inappropriate for you to do this to me?” Ormand held his face

touching you? Why don’t you dare to let me see your face? If you are really Ormand and not Orlando,

didn’t give him the chance to argue back. She exerted force with her elbow and

was in extreme pain, Viola quickly

their eyes met, the air seemed to freeze for two

looked at his

all. The face was

eyes and those little movements

deceive her.

He was clearly Orlando!

face different? You’re wearing another mask, right?” She grabbed

tried to

in a serious tone, “I

have always

it! Did you fix your face? Do you think I don’t know you just because you changed your face? Why

recognize you at

gnashed her teeth in

she could only say they looked similar, but not the

had been severely burned and whipped.

said, “Ms. McGraw, it seems a little too fast? We’ve just met

clothes.”

to take off

my

around! If you don’t feel guilty, let me

go ahead

hands and allowed her to check

suspicious,

his shirt out from under his belt and

back had beautiful lines. The middle of his back was

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