Ex husband Goes Money Comes

Chapter 143 He Has Done Enough?

If it weren’t for him, this wouldn’t be a simple thing

Viola narrowed her cold myrs slightly looking domhtful when she gazed at Orlando

she pinched his cheeks harder.

if this month was filled with food. His ridy eyebrows furrowed, and he

Orlando’s cheeks bulged because of that looked like a poot dog with bright eyee

“I will believe you this time 11 1 find cont that you are still lying to me, I will immediately throw you into prison. I’ll see how long you can hold out before your subordinated get you out.”

After she finished speaking, she withdrew her hand in anger.

Orlando fell to the floor weakly

He was about to speak when he tasted the blood surging up his throat. He choked and coughed violently.

It was as if he was going to cough up everything he had eaten.

He wasn’t afraid of going to jail. Even if Viola threw him in, few people dared to do anything to him there. However, he didn’t want Viola to continue misunderstanding him.

“Well, if I lied to you, I would die a painful death.

Viola tilted her head and looked down at him again.

His face turned pale as he coughed with a fever. When he frowned, he looked miserable.

Perhaps it was because of the specific medicine that he seemed to suffer from a long illness.

Even Jimmy and Toby felt sympathetic when seeing his pitiful look.

But Viola was expressionless as she stared at Orlando, seeming to be thinking about something

After a while, she looked at Jimmy and Toby and said, “Who can go cook him some porridge?”

Jimmy and Toby looked at each other in confusion.

“Ms. Zumthor, I can fight for you, but I don’t know how to make porridge. I’ve never learned it before…”

Toby also said, “I don’t know either!”

Viola was at a loss for words.

She thought she might consider hiring a few bodyguards who could cook.

She looked at Orlando on the ground again and wondered if she should ask him to make it himself.

to have noticed her gaze and suddenly coughed even harder, looking quite pitiful in

She pursed her lips.

to the bed.

“Yes.”

that, Viola got up and went downstairs. She found the ingredients in the

to the bed and then

you believe Mr.

final evidence. If it’s really not him, I’ll

and continued to say, “Since he said

see if he

“Okay.”

and added, “Actually, I

me why.” Viola was cooking porridge when her hand froze for a

him back without being noticed by anyone, he must be backed up by a great power, and it was easy for him to take Anaya away.

them. He didn’t need to take the risk of being discovered by you

Viola didn’t speak.

yesterday, and Orlando had misunderstood what she meant. Since he admitted it directly, she didn’t think

it carefully, she thought there were indeed

 it weren‘t him, then who could

idea popped up

 the one in the McGraw family who

 if it‘s that person, when did he find out that I‘m still alive and

 he want to get Anaya out of

 is he trying to

thinking about these, Toby

“Ms. Zumthor, the porridge!”

Well, what‘s wrong?

Ms. Zumthor,

something burning. She reacted and quickly turned

bottom stuck to the pot, and the

investigate according to her instructions and then took a small bowl from the cupboard to put the porridge

that the door of Orlando’s

push the door open and enter when she saw him rolling up his trousers and applying medicine to his knees through the crack in the

last night, his entire knees and lower

had been kneeling for about the same time as her, his

he signed the agreement with her, she couldn’t remember how many times he had knelt, voluntarily or being forced by her, and the injuries

the fierce and arrogant man had been tamed by

didn’t she feel

that he had done enough to make it up to

collected her thoughts, pushed

her, Orlando put down his trousers, covered himself with the quilt, and lay on the bed to wait

sat down on the chair next to his bed, holding a bowl of porridge and stirring it with a spoon as she gently blew it on. She

looked at her with

licked his pale lips with an expectant

noticed his gaze but continued to blow the porridge on without a