Chapter 30

“What? I thought you were on a business trip in another city.”
“Do you remember what today is?”
“Of course. Our third wedding anniversary.”
“Well, get on a ferry and come over. I have a surprise for you.”
“Really?”
Two hours later, Penelope arrived at the resort. Zebulun was waiting for her at the entrance. The moment she stepped out of the car, he grabbed her hand and led her to the room decorated with roses.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Are you surprised?” he whispered. Surprised? Disgusted was more like it.
“Wow,” Penelope gasped. “It’s beautiful! Darling, you must have spent so much time and effort on this.”
“It was worth it, for you.”
He held her tighter, his heart beating fast against her back. He was already aroused. He began kissing her temple, his breath growing heavier. But just as his lips were about to meet hers, she shoved him away.
“Ugh Penelope retched, covering her mouth.
“Penelope, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I think I just ate something too rich last night.”
Believing her, Zebulon moved in again, but she pushed him away once more. “You
“What is this long hair doing here?” Penelope held up a single strand she had plucked from the bedspread, holding it in front of his face accusingly.
Panic flickered in Zebulon’s eyes, but he quickly composed himself. “It must have been the housekeeper. It probably fell out when she was making the bed.” “Really?”
“What else could it be?”
Penelope then picked another long hair from the pillow. “Did this fall out of the housekeeper’s head too?”
“What are you accusing me of?” Zebulon’s voice rose, his brow furrowing. “What’s gotten into you lately? You’re always so suspicious. You’re breaking my heart!” Penelope pouted. “I don’t want to be suspicious, but… wait, here’s another one!” She reached for it, but Zebulon grabbed her hand.
“Forget it. We’ll have the staff change the sheets later. Let’s go have dinner with Mom and Dad first.”
“Fine.”
The private dining room was filled with lively chatter before she arrived. The moment she walked in, a sudden silence fell.
“Penelope Rebecca called out enthusiastically, giving her a conspiratorial wink. “Did you rogh Zebulon decorated
Wasn’t it just gorgeous.
rogh Zebulon decorated yet
“You saw it?”
“Yes.”
“So, my husband’s surprise for me… you were the first one to see it?”
Rebecca was taken aback. “It wasn’t on purpose,” she stammered, looking flustered. “I was just walking by and happened to glance in Penelope, if you’re upset, I can apologize.”
“Apologize for what? She’s just being dramatic,” Mrs. Sullivan sneered, rolling her eyes.
Penelope wasn’t about to let that slide. “Is there something wrong with your eyes, Mom?”
“There’s something wrong with your eyes!”
“If there is, you should see a doctor. Stop rolling them at me.”
“We were having a perfectly pleasant family dinner, and the moment you arrive,
you ruin everyone’s mood!” Mr. Sullivan barked.
“Family dinner’?” Penelope raised an eyebrow. “Solm not part of the family? Does that mean Zebulon has another wife?” This update ıs available on ~net
“You… stop twisting my words!”
Penelope turned to Zebulon. “Honey, why don’t you clarify for your parents, once
and for all, who exactly your wife is?”
Zebulon sighed. “It’s you, of course.”
“Is it?”
“Alright, stop this.”
Zebulon stepped forward to embrace her, but as he got close, Penelope slapped
him hard across the face.
The sound echoed through the silent room.
Everyone was stunned. Mrs. Sullivan was the first to react.
“You shrew! How dare you hit my son!”