The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 507

Over the past six years, Penelope would occasionally visit Orenth, and she'd always have a meal with Donald each time.

At first, it had been awkward, and she hadn't known how to act or what to feel around Donald. But gradually, she began to feel his love for her, a father's love that she had always found impossible to refuse.

Since Donald had a gala he had to attend that evening, and Penelope had promised Hubert she'd pick him up from school the next afternoon, she and Donald could only meet briefly at the hotel where the event was being held.

Penelope decided to just buy two boxes of takeout and went straight to Donald's dressing room to find him.

When she entered, a stylist was working on Donald's look.

“I'm an old man, wrinkles are to be expected. Stop trying to cover them up with this stuff. You're caking it on layer after layer—you wouldn't spackle a wall this thick.”

Donald pushed the stylist's hand away and glanced in the mirror. “This isn't a Halloween party, and I'm not some old goblin. If I go out looking like this, I'll scare someone to death.”

The comment left the stylist in an awkward position, and the other staff members fell silent.

“It's one thing to insult yourself, but why drag me into it?” Penelope teased.

When Donald saw her, his sour expression instantly melted into a broad smile.

“My dear girl, how was I insulting you?”

Penelope walked over. “If you're an old goblin, then I must be a little sprite.”

She leaned in to look at her reflection in the mirror.

“Though, with my looks, it must have taken a thousand years of magic to get this gorgeous.”

Donald laughed even louder, but he quickly realized that his hearty laugh caused the foundation around his wrinkles to crack like drying mud.

He wanted to keep laughing, but he also wanted to be angry.

Penelope cleared her throat. “The plaster is a bit too thick.”

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