Chapter 615

“So, what you’re saying is, I can’t touch any other woman but you, even if I die?”
He bent down, his gaze locked on hers.
Penelope wanted to say that wasn’t what she meant, but in a way, it seemed like it was exactly what she meant.
“I haven’t.”
“What?”
“Since the divorce, I haven’t touched another woman.”
He said it with such sincerity, as if he needed her to believe him. But why was he telling her this? They were divorced…
“What about you?”
“I… I haven’t either.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Penelope felt a pang of regret. She should have said it was none of his business, but looking into Theodore’s eyes, the words just slipped out.
She was the one who had asked for the divorce, yet she was also the one who couldn’t make a clean break.
She hated this about herself.
Penelope took a deep breath. “Even if I don’t have a boyfriend now, in the future
“You’re not allowed to have one in the future, either!” Theodore suddenly gripped her shoulders, his face dark.
“I’m not interfering with you, so what gives you the right to interfere with my life?”
“I won’t have anyone else either.”
“We’re divorced
“That’s right.” A smirk played on Theodore’s tips as he straightened up, stuffing his hands in his pockets and smiling coldly. “We’re divorced. We won’t get back together, we won’t be a couple, but I won’t fermarry and you can forget about marrying someone else. This is it for the rest of our lives. I’ve accepted it.”
Was this normal?
Of course not.
But hearing those words, Penelope felt a sense of relief. She had never considered finding another man, and she couldn’t accept Theodore marrying another woman, so this was for the best.
Just then, a motorcycle turned onto the narrow road, roaring towards them. Its headlight was blinding, and Penelope instinctively shielded her eyes, vaguely seeing that the rider was holding something.
By the time she realized something was wrong, Theodore had already pulled her into the bushes on the side of the road. The motorcycle sped past, and the rider was indeed brandishing a long knife.
He swung it twice but missed them, so he immediately stopped the bike and charged at them.
Penelope frantically looked around for something to use as a weapon but found nothing. Just as she was getting anxious, Theodore took off his overcoat and threw it at the motorcyclist’s head.
The coat briefly blinded the man, and in that instant, Theodore lunged forward and kicked him in the chest.
As the man stumbled back,
Theodore tried to wrestle the sharp machete from his hand, but the man reacted quickly, pulling back until he had yanked Theodore’s coat off, then swung the machete at him again.
Fighting an armed man empty-handed was a clear disadvantage. Theodore retreated several steps as the man pressed forward relentlessly.
Just as the man raised the machete again, a bucket came flying and smashed into his head. Even with a helmet on, the force of the blow was so strong that it sent him staggering sideways.
Then someone kicked him from behind, right in the lower back, a blow so painful it made him grit his teeth. He turned to see it was the woman, surprised by her swift movements.
Penelope snorted. “Didn’t the person who hired you tell you I know how to fight?”
The motorcyclist gritted his teeth
and swung at Penelope, but he
wasn’t prepared for the man on his other sid
side to grab his shoulder and kick him in the back again, sending him crashing into the guardrail.
They both knew how to fight.
The motorcyclist tried to raise his arm again, but he found he couldn’t muster any strength. The machete fell from his hand. Terrified, the man scrambled back onto his motorcycle and sped away.