“On one condition.”
“A condition?”
Penelope glanced down at herself, now modestly covered by his jacket. Surely he wasn’t suggesting… no, that couldn’t be right. He had his… issues.
But a medical condition didn’t necessarily mean a lack of desire.
“My condition is that you are not to touch a single drop of alcohol tonight.”
Penelope blinked. No drinking? What kind of condition was that?
Before she could ask, Michael appeared and whisked Theodore away.
“Weirdo,” she muttered under her breath before heading back toward the banquet hall.
Just inside, she ran into Nathan. After a brief chat, they walked together toward a private lounge.
Rebecca had been searching for Penelope. When she saw her disappear into the lounge with Nathan, a triumphant glint appeared in her eyes. She hurried back to Mrs. Sullivan and Zebulon, who were both furious at the news.
“That Penelope! She’s shameless!” Mrs. Sullivan hissed. “Does she have no sense of occasion? Carrying on with another man right under our noses!”
Zebulon’s face was a thunderous mask as he stormed toward the lounge.
“Dear, you have to be patient!” Mrs. Sullivan called after him. “She may have no shame, but our family does!”
“Zebulon, that’s right,” Rebecca added, her voice dripping with false concern. “Besides, we still need to work with KINY Group. We can’t afford to make a scene.”
Mrs. Sullivan’s advice was genuine, but Rebecca’s was pure manipulation. She was secretly hoping Zebulon would publicly humiliate Penelope, causing a final, irreparable break between them.
But Zebulon heard none of it. His reason had been consumed by rage. He had only one goal: to catch Penelope in the act with her lover and humiliate them both.
He stalked to the lounge door. Hearing laughter from inside only fueled his fury. He kicked the door open and burst in.
“You bitch, you…”
His accusation died on his lips as he took in the scene before him.
“Zebulon, what the hell is wrong with you?”
Penelope, startled by his violent entrance, glared at him.
“Mr. Sullivan? Is everything alright?” Nathan asked, completely baffled.
“I was taking you to meet my wife!”
“I know,” Penelope said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “But some people have dirty minds, so they see filth everywhere.”
As the pieces fell into place, Zebulon and the others flushed with embarrassment.
Trying to save face, Zebulon snapped at Penelope, “Why didn’t you just explain?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Did you give me a chance to?”
“I was angry at the time, but later…”
“And why should I have to explain anything to you later?”
They had broken up. It was over.
“Penelope, are we really supposed to believe Mr. Reed took you to a hotel just to meet his wife? That sounds a little far-fetched, don’t you think?” Rebecca chimed in, unwilling to let it go. “And this woman—is she really Mrs. Reed?”
Even if it were true, she reasoned, they didn’t have their marriage certificate on them. With a little prodding, she could turn the truth into a lie. By the time Zebulon and Penelope’s relationship was completely destroyed, the facts wouldn’t matter anymore.

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