"What are they doing here?" Orlando thought as he froze and glared at the two men behind Viola.
At this time, Stanley's expression was similar to Orlando's. The hostility in his eyes was almost undisguised.
Russell also looked at Orlando with a hostile expression.
The gazes of the three men seemed to have fought in the air as if they were competing for a winner.
Viola smelled the strong smell of a secret war, and she looked awkward, thinking, are these men really so childish?
If looks could really kill, they would probably have killed each other hundreds of times.
Viola sighed and thought for a moment before looking at Orlando. "You don't have to cook today. You won't be of much help here. Recently, the leaves in the garden have fallen a lot. Go and sweep them."
Orlando thought, did she ask me to sweep the fallen leaves?
So she can eat and chat with these two men alone?