Viola stopped smiling and pointed at the washboard on the ground.
"Do you want me to kneel to you?"
"No."
Ormand took off his dark gray coat and threw it behind him, accurately throwing it on the coat rack in the corner.
The pure white shirt fit his body, outlining his waist perfectly.
Without even thinking, Ormand stuffed the ruler into Viola's hands, bent his knees, and knelt on the washboard steadily.
His eyebrows immediately tightened, and he quickly regained his composure. He raised his handsome face and stared at Viola. "I'll kneel to you."
He could accept kneeling in front of his wife.
Viola was stunned. She didn't expect him to be so decisive. She reached out to pull him up. "Why are you kneeling? Do your knees hurt? Get up."
Ormand shook his head, his long eyelashes covering his eyes. "I made a mistake."
"What mistake?"