The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 293

Theodore pulled the car into a service station, looking at Penelope with a helpless expression.

“I haven’t eaten since I was taken to the police station the day before yesterday,” she said pitifully. “That’s almost two full days. All I’ve had are a few sips of honey water.”

Theodore froze. “You haven’t eaten this whole time?”

“I was so busy during the wedding, I didn’t have a chance to eat anything.” Penelope sniffled. “But I can hold on. Let’s keep going. I want to see the scenery.”

Theodore rested his forehead in his hand. “I might just become the first groom in history to let his bride starve to death.”

“I’m…” Penelope started to speak, but her stomach let out a loud rumble. “…I’m not that hungry.”

Theodore laughed and pulled her in for a kiss. Seeing her look so pitiful yet so adorable, he couldn’t resist kissing her again.

Penelope licked her lips. “Hubby, you may be a feast for the eyes, but you’re not very filling.”

He burst out laughing. It was strange; being with her always made him want to smile. Everyone, including his parents, used to say he was too detached, almost inhumanly so. But ever since he met her, the world had suddenly become interesting, vibrant, and full of color.

Theodore’s laughter confused Penelope, but she didn’t dwell on it. Her attention was captured by a group of elderly women outside eating steamed buns.

“Those look so good,” she murmured.

He tweaked her nose. “Wait here.”

“What are you going to do?” she asked, grabbing his arm. Surely he wasn’t desperate enough to rob them for a steamed bun.

“I’m going to ask for directions.” With that, he got out of the car.

Penelope watched as one of the women took a large bite of a meat-filled bun. The dough looked fluffy, and savory juices dripped from the filling. She swallowed hard. Theodore was actually asking for directions, and several of the women were enthusiastically pointing the way. She sighed. What was she thinking? The President of the Zenith Group would never stoop to stealing food. She forced herself to look away.

A few minutes later, Theodore returned. As he opened the car door, a fragrant aroma filled the air. Penelope looked up to see him holding two large steamed buns and a cup of soy milk.

Feeling slightly guilty about using his looks, Theodore cleared his throat and stuffed a bun into her mouth. “Just eat.”

They continued driving. Around noon, they pulled into another service station. This time, Penelope spotted a few female students eating watermelon, and she felt a pang of thirst. Theodore, now an expert, got out to “ask for directions.” He returned shortly with half a watermelon and a spoon.

Penelope scooped up a piece and fed it to Theodore first. “You worked hard for this.”

Seeing her mischievous smile, Theodore took the bite, then leaned in and kissed her, sharing the sweet fruit with her. The juice burst in their mouths, sweeter than the watermelon itself. The kiss deepened, and soon they were lost in each other.

A long while later, Penelope complained while eating another spoonful of watermelon, “You bit my tongue.”

Theodore licked his lips. “That’s what you get for letting your hands wander.”

“I was just exploring. What’s the big deal?”

“In broad daylight? In public? Do you think that’s appropriate?”