Chapter 351
Penelope knew Bruce hated her most among Caleb’s friends, and she knew why she had come. She forced down her anger and found a waiter to help.
In the car, she glanced at Caleb. He slept soundly in the back seat. She drove straight to a nearby five-star hotel.
At noon the next day, Caleb woke with a splitting headache. As he reached to rub his temple, he felt an arm thrown across his chest.
“Bruce, get up,” he began irritably.
He turned his head and stopped cold when he saw who lay beside him. It was Penelope. Both of them were nearly unclothed.
Penelope’s eyes brimmed with emotion. “Cal…”
Caleb shoved her away, tumbled from the bed, grabbed his shirt and trousers, and dressed in a fury.
“How did you end up sleeping here?!” he demanded.
Penelope nearly fell to the floor, her hair and clothes in disarray. “I went to the bar to pick you up because you were coming home, but you vomited halfway, so I booked the nearest hotel.”
Caleb’s temple throbbed. “You went to pick me up? Who told you to go get me?”
Penelope, on the verge of tears, forced out a half-truth. “A friend saw you at the bar and said you were drunk. She feared you might be in danger and asked me to come check on you.
Caleb sneered, “Then explain this. You were worried I’d be in danger, yet you crawled into my bed?”
“No,” Penelope said, humiliated. “You mistook me for Sydney last night.’
She had planned that line from the start. It seemed the most plausible.

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