The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 109

Penelope’s head was spinning. A giant gold brick was one thing, but was she strong enough to carry it?

“You… you should keep it for yourself, or give it to your son. I couldn’t possibly accept it.”

The old man clicked his tongue. “Is that all the courage you have?”

“My courage has its limits, especially when it comes to taking things that don’t belong to me. I have to wonder if my life is worth the risk.”

“Alright, we’ll talk about this later. For now, eat.”

Penelope had already eaten several pieces. She noticed Theodore was still sitting with a dark expression, his utensils untouched. She quickly put two pieces of chicken on his plate.

“He cooked his beloved Coco for you. The least you could do is crack a smile, or at least have a bite.”

Theodore shot her a glare and pushed his plate away.

Seriously? He’s that stubborn?

Penelope was about to reason with him again when Mr. Johnson let out a sudden sob.

“It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have tricked him into coming here just to eat with me. I’m just… I’m so lonely. Lately, I can’t sleep, I have no appetite… I feel like there’s no point in living anymore.”

It was just one meal with his father! Was it that difficult?

Penelope felt a surge of anger. She picked up the plate Theodore had rejected, speared a piece of chicken with a fork, and tried to feed it to him.

“Get away from me.”

“You have to eat it. If you don’t, I… I won’t marry you!”

Theodore’s eyes narrowed. “You think that’s a threat?”

It wasn’t.

An idea flashed in her mind. “Then I’ll marry your father!”

Sputter!

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