Ormand lowered his eyes and did not look at Viola. He seemed cold and indifferent, making people not dare to approach him.
Viola couldn't understand him. She only knew that the anger in her heart was raging and there was only one thought in her mind.
I will beat him hard so that he will never propose to break up with me again!
Her anger drove her to get off the bed barefoot and get the wooden ruler from the first drawer on the bedside table.
But just as she put her hand on the drawer, she stopped.
But the ruler was too heavy. What if she could not control herself and Ormand did not dodge? She would hurt him in anger!
But she came here so aggressively! If she didn't take anything back to hit him, she would seem like a fool.
She quietly turned around and looked at Ormand, who was sitting opposite her.
Ormand was staring at her with his black eyes. If she returned to him empty-handed, it seemed embarrassing...