Chapter 298
“Miss you.”
Theodore, still waiting to board his flight, replied: “You are only permitted to miss me three times a day: morning, afternoon, and night.”
Penelope laughed out loud, hugging her phone. Theodore, the most reserved
person she knew, was sending her such a cheesy line.
She typed back: “I know you must be very busy, so you only need to read the first two words.”
Theodore: “Do you know the two best things in the world?”
Penelope: “What?”
Theodore: “Sleeping and thinking of you. Or, to put it more simply: sleeping with you.”
Penelope immediately snapped a selfie and sent it to him with the caption: “A garden full of spring can’t be contained. Here’s a little temptation for you. Interested?”
Theodore: “I can always change my flight to tomorrow. Should I come back now?” Penelope: “No! I was wrong!”
She sent a flurry of pleading emojis, genuinely begging for mercy. After last night’s… activities, her bones still felt like they were rattling around. Any more, and she might just fall apart completely.
At breakfast, it was once again just her and Mr. Anderson. Mr. Johnson had left for the office early. With several major projects running simultaneously, KINY Group was incredibly busy, and Penelope knew she needed to get back to work and help out. After breakfast, she took her father to the cemetery.
This was his first time visiting. He hadn’t even come on the day her mother was buried. He just couldn’t accept that the love of his life was gone forever, lying in this cold, silent place.
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I haven’t come to see you until now.” Mr. Anderson sat before the headstone, his hand gently tracing the name carved into, the marble. “I was angry with you back then. Angry that you left me all alone.”
Penelope stood at a distance, giving him space to speak his heart. Her mother’s name had been Edith, but she had changed it to Rachel Laurier determined to sever allties with her past. And she had O succeeded. The Bishop family and Donald had hurt her mare deeply, seemed, than even the Lancasters and Lucien had. So deeply that she
had to bury her former self and never speak of her again.
When Penelope walked back over, she found Mr. Anderson staring at the empty plot next to her mother’s grave. “This spot next to her is available, right?” he asked urgently.
Guessing his intention, Penelope frowned. “Dad, don’t even think about it.”
He quickly grasped her hand. “Penelope, I’ve never asked you for anything, have I? This is the only thing I will ever ask of you. Please, buy this plot for me.”
Penelope was silent for a moment before squeezing his hand back. “Okay, I’ll buy it. But you have to promise me you’ll eat well, sleep well, and stop thinking such morbid thoughts.”
“I promise, I’ll listen to you,” he nodded.
After taking her father home, Penelope called Timothy and told him Mr. Anderson was leaving the next day, asking him to spend some time with their dad. Then she got in her car, planning to head to KINY Group. She had just pulled out onto the road when a figure suddenly jumped in front of her car, forcing her to slant of the brakes Her heart pounding, she got out angrily, only to see Lucien’s nephew, Chasel Lancaster, standing in front of her.
What is he doing here?
Seeing her, Chasel grinned and waved. “Cousin! I heard you and President Stapleton got married a couple of days ago. Such a big day, and you didn’t even invite your family. How rude of you.”
Penelope’s eyes narrowed. “What are you doing here?”
Chasel straightened his tie. “I’m here on behalf of the Stone Group to discuss a business partnership with you.”