Realizing that something was wrong, Orlando opened the door.
There was no one in front of the desk.
"Viola?" Hearing that, Orlando changed his expression. He walked in and checked. The sound of gasps came from under the desk.
Orlando suddenly lifted the tablecloth and saw that Viola curled up in the small space with an unusual flush on her face.
Orlando squatted down and gently touched Viola's neck, only to find that she was extremely hot.
What's going on?
Half of the coffee on the table was gone, and the sugar bag in the tray had been torn apart. Thinking of Whitney's abnormality when he went to the old house to visit Whitney a few hours ago, Orlando immediately understood what had happened.
"Damn it!"
Orlando took Viola out from under the desk.
Feeling his cold body approaching her, Viola felt very comfortable. Driven by the medicine, for the first time, she had an indescribable idea.