The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 297

With their threat delivered, the two fled. Penelope started to chase after them, but Mr. Anderson held her back.

“It’s better to offend a gentleman than a villain,” he said, his brow furrowed as he watched them leave. “What do they mean, ‘go down together’? What are they planning?”

Penelope snorted. “Whatever they’re planning, I have plenty of ways to deal with them.”

She helped her father sit down and went to get him a glass of water. When she returned, she saw him rubbing his chest. “What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?”

“No, I’m… I’m just a little worried,” he said.

She placed the warm glass in his hand. “Don’t worry. They wouldn’t actually dare to cross me.”

Mr. Anderson looked like he wanted to ask something but hesitated.

“Dad, you can say whatever is on your mind. There are no secrets between us,” Penelope said with a gentle smile.

He paused for a moment. “At the wedding two days ago… Theodore’s mother wasn’t there. Is she… unhappy with you?”

“She was sick.”

“Sick?” he asked, alarmed. “Is it serious? Should I go visit her?”

Penelope had only said it to ease his worries, but now she had to maintain the lie. “Uh, her illness requires peace and quiet. I’ll take you to see her in a few days when she’s feeling better.”

“But I’ve already bought my train ticket home for the day after tomorrow.”

“You’re leaving?”

He nodded. “I’ve been in Orenth for quite a while. It’s time for me to go back.”

Normally, Penelope would have insisted he stay longer. But with Ward’s threats hanging in the air, she didn’t want him to worry. It was probably best for him to return home for now. “Alright. I’ll see you off then.”

“My husband is my man.”

Theodore let out a low chuckle. “That’s true, but I was thinking more along the lines of… your rock.”

Penelope’s eyes fluttered open. He was watching her, his gaze filled not only with desire but also with a deep tenderness. Her father must have said something to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tracing the line of his throat. “You are my rock, my rock for life. When I truly need you, I promise I’ll tell you.” But she was not helpless. She had her own two hands. She could handle most things herself.

Knowing her stubborn nature, Theodore didn’t press further. “If you want to beat someone up, just do it,” he whispered. “Your husband has your back.”

Penelope was so moved she declared grandly, “Tonight, I’m all yours.”

The consequence of that statement was that Theodore immediately transformed into a ravenous wolf and devoured her, bones and all.

When she woke up the next morning, Theodore was already gone. He had said something to her as he was leaving, and it took her a moment to remember what it was: he was going to Kanton on a business trip and would be gone for ten to fifteen days. The thought of not seeing him for so long made her pout as she sent him a text.