The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 240

Penelope’s breath hitched. “Hubby…”

“How much interest are you planning to pay?” he murmured, pulling her pajamas open.

“How much do you want?” she panted.

“Can you afford it?”

“Mmm, I’m all yours.”

Theodore stared into her eyes, which were misty and filled with his reflection. He lowered his head and kissed her, his lips tracing a path downward as she responded passionately. He paused just above her lips.

“Call me ‘hubby’.”

“Hubby…”

“The one hundred million is paid in full.”

Penelope didn’t have time to process his words before he captured her mouth again, stealing her breath, her thoughts, and pulling her down with him into a sea of pleasure.

It was a wild night, but when she woke up in the morning, Penelope felt surprisingly refreshed and full of energy.

The driver dropped Theodore off at his office first. As he was getting out of the car, she called out softly, “Hubby.”

Theodore saw her mischievous grin and knew she was up to no good.

“Now you owe me a hundred million,” she declared.

“Heh, so you’ve found a new way to get rich?”

Penelope grinned. “You’d better not make me angry in the future. I’ll just keep calling you husband, one hundred million a pop. I’ll bankrupt you for sure!”

“Even a highway robber isn’t as efficient as you.”

“Hehe, and I don’t just take your money. I take your body too.”

“Not in broad daylight. But tonight, I’ll let you rob me blind.” With a wicked smile, Theodore turned and headed into the office.

Penelope was feeling quite pleased with herself, but as she settled back into her seat, a sharp pain shot through her lower back. It was incredibly sore. Maybe she should be a little more cautious about this whole “robbing” business.

Impossible!

Penelope had no intention of engaging with him. The more attention you gave people like him, the more they clung to you, impossible to shake off.

When she no longer heard his voice, she thought he had given up. But just as she opened her front door, he lunged at her. Caught off guard, he managed to wrap his arms around her from behind.

“Penelope, stop playing games with me, okay? I don’t love any of them. I only love you. Let’s get back together.”

Zebulon hadn’t showered since last night. The stench of stale alcohol and another woman’s perfume was overwhelming. The memory of him slobbering over Anna’s foot made a wave of nausea rise in her throat.

“Let go of me! You’re disgusting!”

“You don’t want me to touch other women, right? I promise, once I land this Zenith Group project, I’ll never touch them again! Not even Rebecca. She’s not worth a fraction of you!”

Penelope’s cold had sapped her strength, and she hadn’t fully recovered. Zebulon managed to push her inside the house.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Penelope, you miss me too, don’t you? I’ve missed you like crazy. I’m going to have you, right here, right now!”