Chapter 260 Are You Really Weak

Sherlyn bowed twice in a row and eagerly walked back to the bed. “I‘m sorry, Mr. McGraw! I‘ve slept on the bed sheets and blankets. You probably don‘t like it, right?”

Russell seemed to understand what she meant and got out of bed.

“I‘m really sorry to disturb you…”

As Sherlyn continued to apologize repeatedly, she quickly took the bed sheets and blankets before bowing and leaving.

Russell looked at the big bed that had been swept clean in an instant. He smiled helplessly and took out the spare cotton quilt from the cabinet and laid it on himself.

It had only been a few minutes, but Sherlyn had actually apologized fifteen times and bowed twelve times!

Why was she so silly and cute?

This girl was a little interesting.

In the morning, the soft sunlight shone through the thin floor–to–ceiling window.

And it shone onto the simple bed in the bedroom.

When Ormand awoke, Viola had already woken up. She was leaning against the bed, playing with her phone, looking extremely focused.

“Playing with your phone early in the morning? Have you been addicted to it recently?” he asked, puzzled.

“No, I’m buying something for you.”

Viola actually wanted to give him a present? The gift should be normal, right?

“What are you buying? Let me take a look.”

Viola didn‘t think there was anything wrong with it, so she casually explained, “Just some tonics…”

Tonics?

Ormand felt it was strange. He looked at her gloomily. “Why are you buying these things? Didn‘t I satisfy you?”

“No, no, no!”

Viola shook her head hard and replied, “You are strong, but last night, you said you could do at least 300 single–handed push–ups, but in the end, you could only do 100…‘‘

Had she tired him out?

His body was weak?

 a big problem. She had to buy tonics for his kidney

 looked at

Could only do 100?

No!

No!

 thing he was most proud of was actually questioned by his

 his

 was like the calm surface of a lake

 anger in his chest was boiling as

 more violent than the

you again if

“Orin!”

to

of them greatly regretted

 of food drifting in

smell

was cooking in the

up, and changed into

 table was

 of shredded chicken porridge, and when

“Good morning, Mr. McGraw.”

of porridge on the table and pulled the seat for him. “I don‘t

was just

 at Sherlyn‘s innocent smile, le strode over

 the eggs were fried perfectly.

you want to stay here for a while longer, I can arrange

by staying here. I am great at doing liousework and cooking. I have to do something to make mysell feel

expression. She was a rather independent girl. So, he

 out immediately after the meal. Instead, he sat on the sofa and read the

the kitchen and was about to leave, he said, “Are

 her bag in her hand

 put down the newspaper. “I just checked your schedule. Let‘s go. I‘ll drive

can walk down the mountain myself. My manager‘s van

going out, too. I‘m just driving you down the mountain. When you reach the foot of the mountain, you can take

 thank you, Mr.

and the driveways were surrounding the mountains. It would take at least

 bowed to Russell again. “Thank you for sending me off, Mr. McGraw. Will you come back for dinner tonight? I‘ll cook dinner for you in advance. If I don‘t make it up to

 looked cautious, and the sense

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