The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 146

A knot formed in Penelope’s stomach as she slowly shuffled toward him.

“Mr. Stapleton, what a coincidence seeing you here.”

“Here? Where is that, exactly?” Theodore arched an eyebrow.

“This lounge…”

He scoffed.

“I was hungry, so I came to get something to eat.”

“You came all the way to a members-only lounge just to eat?”

“Their truffle risotto is amazing. It’s my favorite.”

Theodore took her hand and led her inside, settling her into a private booth. He flagged down a waiter and ordered a bowl of truffle risotto.

“Wait here for me.”

“But I eat fast…”

“Then eat slower. One grain at a time. When I get back, you can tell me how many grains were in the bowl.”

“…”

What a psycho, she thought.

Theodore let out a soft snort and left the booth.

The risotto arrived quickly, its aroma tempting, but Penelope couldn’t resist flagging down the waiter again and ordering a shot of whiskey.

When Theodore finished his meeting and returned, he found her slumped over the table, her eyes filled with tears as she stared at the glass of amber liquid.

He chuckled softly as he approached. “That desperate for a drink?”

Hearing his voice, Penelope quickly looked up, but the tears she’d been holding back finally spilled over. “No, I’m not. I don’t want to drink at all…”

“Then why are you crying?”

“I…”

She was crying for the six beautiful years of her youth wasted on a man as hypocritical, selfish, and vile as Zebulon. She was full of regret and resentment, and all she wanted was a drink to drown her sorrows, but she couldn’t. It made her feel so pathetic.

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