The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 378

She and Theodore trusted each other. She could go to him and ask, clear up the uncertainty that now clouded her heart. With that thought, she started the car and drove straight to Theodore’s downtown apartment.

She walked in just as he was arriving home, shrugging off his suit jacket. He saw her, wrapped her in his arms for a quick kiss, and then headed to the kitchen before she could say a word.

Penelope sank onto the sofa, her mind a chaotic storm. But a small voice inside her insisted, As long as Theodore loves you, nothing else matters.

Yes. All she needed to do was believe in his love for her. Why should she care about anything else?

And yet, she still had to ask.

Hearing footsteps behind her, she took a deep breath and looked up as he approached. “I need to ask you…”

Her words caught in her throat. Theodore had placed a bowl of steaming, dark herbal medicine in front of her.

“You forgot to take your medicine again today, didn’t you?”

His gently chiding tone felt as bitter as the medicine itself, and she found she couldn’t speak.

“Come on, drink it up. I’m going to go take a shower.”

He didn’t seem to notice her distress as he started toward the stairs.

“What if… what if this medicine doesn’t work? What if I can’t get pregnant?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“Don’t think like that. It will work,” he said, his voice a casual reassurance.

“A year, two years, three… how much time will you give me?”

“What are you talking about?” Theodore walked back, a smile on his face. “I guarantee you’ll be pregnant within a year. How does that sound?”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“What?” Theodore froze.

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