The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 291

Theodore had drunk a lot, and his breath, mingled with the scent of alcohol, washed over Penelope like a tidal wave, drowning her instantly. All she could do was cling to him, sinking and struggling in his ocean, waiting for him to be her salvation. He lifted her up, her dress riding high as his hands supported her, pressing her body so tightly against his that there was no space between them. Her heart hammered against her ribs, her breath stolen by his kiss. She felt like she was suffocating.

“Hubby…”

“Shh, undo the buttons yourself.”

As if in a trance, she fumbled with the buttons on her dress, but the knots were too intricate. Frustrated, she started to cry.

“Don’t cry.”

“I can’t get them undone.”

“Do you need my help?”

“Yes.”

“What do you have to say?”

“Hubby… I need your… help.”

“Good.”

He set her down on a cabinet, letting her sit nestled in his lap. He continued to kiss her forcefully as his fingers worked on the complicated buttons, moving with a deliberate, unhurried intensity. With each button that came undone, a new landscape was revealed, captivating him completely.

“Baby, you’re so beautiful.”

She leaned against him, uninhibited, reveling in his gaze. She wanted him to be mesmerized, to lose control, to go wild for her.

“Do you want me?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’m all yours.”

Theodore’s eyes flashed crimson. He let out a ragged breath and was about to lose himself in her when his phone rang. He tried to ignore it, but it rang again and again. With a frustrated sigh, he finally answered.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” His tone shifted instantly. “She collapsed? I’m on my way back right now!”

Hearing this, Penelope’s head cleared slightly. “What happened?”

Penelope fell silent. So, Mrs. Stapleton had faked an illness to lure Theodore home—on their wedding night. Anyone who said she didn’t have a problem with her new daughter-in-law was a fool. But a mother-in-law was just a mother-in-law, not her actual mother. As long as Penelope didn’t take the bait, whatever games she played couldn’t affect her. With that thought, she rolled over and went back to sleep, this time much more peacefully.

She didn't know how long she slept, but she was deep in a sweet dream when she felt a weight press down on her, followed by kisses and hands pulling at her clothes. The heat woke her up quickly. She tried to push him away, but his breathing only grew heavier.

“It’s three hours until sunrise.”

“So?”

“That might not be enough time.”

“What are you planning to do?”

“Devour you.”

A mischievous glint appeared in Penelope’s eyes. She pushed him away with more force. “No, don’t touch me! My body belongs only to my husband.”

“…”

“You monster, let me go!” As she said this, she deliberately pressed herself against him, her hand conveniently brushing against his abs. “My husband will be back soon! If you don’t leave, he’ll find us together! What will I do then?” She even managed to produce a few fake sobs.