Chapter 232

“By the way, I heard from my mom that you’re marrying Theodore Stapleton?” “Aren’t you going to congratulate me?”
“Ha!” Zebulon laughed out loud. “The party I’m going to tonight is hosted by Theodore himself. He’s even bringing his wife. I bet you, the supposed ‘Mrs. Stapleton,’ don’t even know where the party is being held.”
Penelope nodded. “You’re right, I actually don’t.”
“Of course you don’t, because you’re a fake!” Zebulon shook his head with a tsk. “Penelope, you always thought too highly of yourself. The truth is, besides me, no one would ever love you, let alone marry you!”
“You’re the one who thinks too highly of himself. Let me put it this way: even if
Zenith Group had a collective brain aneurysm and actually gave you the commercial street project, you would still find a way to screw it up!”
“You’ve never respected me!”
“Is there anything about you worthy of respect?”
“Penelope, you just wait!”
“Fine. I’ll wait.”
Just as Penelope was about to leave, Rebecca ran out and called to him.
“Honey, the baby just kicked me! He must not want you to go out.”
Zebulon shot a glance at Penelope, then knelt on one knee, cupped Rebecca’s swollen belly, and placed a gentle kiss on it.
“Son, wait for Daddy to come home and read you a story.”
“Oh! He kicked me again! He heard you,” Rebecca exclaimed dramatically.
“Really?” Zebulon’s face lit up with joy. “Son, you heard Daddy, didn’t you?” “He definitely heard you and responded!”
“My son is amazing!”
The two of them put on a show of blissful happiness, but the performance was painfully obvious.
“So fetuses can hear their parents talking? You two should be careful then. You wouldn’t want the baby to hear about his dad’s marriage fraud or his mom’s role as a homewrecker,” Penelope said with a smirk.
“Penelope, you’re just jealous of how happy our family is!” Rebecca shouted.
Penelope shook her head. “I hope you two love each other forever and grow old together. Just please, don’t go and ruin anyone else’s life!”
“We will be happy! Because we have a child, and you’ll never be able to have one of your own!” Rebecca yelled.
Penelope had only taken two steps when she heard this and froze. She couldn’t believe Rebecca would stoop so low as to use that against her. How did she have the audacity?
“Honey, am I right?” Rebecca asked Zebulon pointedly.
Zebulon cleared his throat. “She brought it on herself!”
Penelope wasn’t about to take that. She clenched her fists and spun around, charging toward them. The pair, having learned from past eneraters knew.
they couldn’t win a
physical fight. They scrambled back into their yard and locked the gate. Cóntent
“Say what you want, but don’t get physical!” Zebulon said, trying to sound brave.
Penelope was so exasperated she had to laugh. “And you call yourself a man!” Whatever. Her cold was making her feel weak and miserable. She should save her energy.
When she reached the gate of the complex, Theodore was already waiting for her.
She climbed into the car and melted into his embrace.
“Honey, I’ve decided. I want to have three kids. No, five! I’m going to have five kids!” Whatever it was, Penelope Laurier could not lose. Not in any aspect of her life. Theodore raised an eyebrow. “Are you questioning my ability to deliver?”
Penelope burst out laughing and snuggled deeper into his arms. “Of course I trust you! My husband is so strong!”
The party was at one of Theodore’s
seaside villas. It was Penelope’s first
time there, but her cold left her
feeling dizzy and drained. She had
no energy to explore and was taken directly upstairs to the master bedroom to rest.
After a long nap, she felt much better.
Hearing lively noises from outside, she went to the window and saw a group of people gathered around a card table. Four men were playing poker, including Theodore ar Zebulon.
The stakes were articles of clothing. Whoever lost a hand had to remove one item.
Zebulon was already down to his underwear.