The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 15

Startled, Zebulon instinctively glanced at Rebecca in the rearview mirror. Rebecca, looking guilty, quickly lowered her head.

“My assistant drove the car a few days ago. He probably had someone with him. I’ll yell at him tomorrow, I promise,” Zebulon said, trying to sound casual.

“Really?”

“I can have him call you to explain if you want.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

“Honey, you can doubt any man in the world, but not me. You know I love you the most.”

“The most? Does that mean you love other people too?”

“Poor choice of words. I meant I only love you.”

Penelope feigned being placated and began examining the lipstick. “Huh. This brand is Rebecca’s favorite.”

Rebecca’s heart skipped a beat. “Is… is it?”

“Yep. Looks like my assistant’s girlfriend has good taste.”

When they arrived at Rebecca’s upscale apartment complex, Penelope insisted that Zebulon walk her upstairs, saying she was worried about her. After they went up, Penelope tilted her head and watched Rebecca’s window. A light soon came on.

Her eyes narrowed. What were they doing up there? Probably comforting each other after the stressful evening she had put them through.

But Zebulon, not wanting to arouse her suspicion, didn’t stay long. He was back in the car a few minutes later.

They drove home in silence. Once the car was parked in the underground garage, Penelope turned and climbed onto his lap.

“Honey,” she whispered, her long hair brushing against his cheek. “How long has it been?”

Zebulon’s hands found her waist, his desire instantly ignited. “Penelope, I love you.”

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