Ormand thought of the blue potion Jerry gave him.
"Orin, what are you thinking about?"
Viola was sleepy. Her fingers hooked around the corner of his clothes and lightly tugged, interrupting his thoughts.
He turned around to hold her hand and said casually, "It's fine. I was just thinking about what to cook to reward you."
"Your cooking skills have been taught well by me back in Washington. I love to eat whatever you cook."
"The contract hasn't expired yet," she murmured, smiling.
Ormand froze.
"Viola, do you still want to enslave me for a few more months?" he asked, throwing back the blanket and pressing down on Viola.
"No. The name on the contract was Orlando Caffrey, and it has nothing to do with you," Viola smiled.
Besides, her current state of mind was different from before, and she was reluctant to make him feel bad.
She only wanted to completely cure the virus in him and live a happy life now.