The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 176

Soon, Penelope was like putty in his hands, soft and pliable, letting him mold her and taste her as he pleased.

“Hubby…”

“What?”

“I’m now certain that you’re not angry with me anymore.”

Theodore gave her a firm, resounding slap on the backside.

“Did that hurt?”

“Yes!”

“Good. Now I’m really not angry.”

By the time Penelope slid off Theodore’s lap, her legs were weak, her voice was hoarse, and her hair and clothes were a mess. She looked like she had been thoroughly and delightfully ravaged.

Life isn’t easy, she thought. I sell my body and my skills.

“Hubby, I swear I will never make you angry again,” she said, her voice trembling dramatically.

Theodore, immensely satisfied with her attitude, suppressed a laugh. “Now you know how terrifying it is when your husband gets angry, don’t you?”

“Can I have some water?”

“Come here.”

He pulled her back onto his lap, picked up his own glass, and helped her take a few sips.

“It’s so sweet.”

“Is it?”

“It’s because I’m drinking from my husband’s glass.”

“That’s enough.”

“I’m so happy.”

“…”

“My husband is rich, handsome, has a great body, and is amazing in bed.”

“You’re laying it on a bit thick.”

“Marrying you makes me the luckiest woman in the world.”

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