The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 390

“Why haven’t you been over these past few days?” he asked, a hint of complaint in his voice.

Penelope secretly stuck her tongue out. She’d been so focused on dealing with Mrs. Bishop that she had inadvertently neglected him. But she would never admit that. Instead, she turned the tables. “You didn’t come looking for me, either. Did you even miss me?”

“Hmph. So I’ve been talking to a pig on the phone every night?”

Penelope immediately made a few oinking sounds, and just like that, Theodore’s frustration melted away. While it was true he’d called her every night, she had been exhausted from juggling work and her schemes against Mrs. Bishop, often falling asleep just moments into their conversations.

“I want more,” she whispered, tracing a finger across his chest.

Theodore responded instantly, his hands gripping her waist, ready for more mischief.

“There’s not enough room to stretch out in here. It’s uncomfortable,” she added.

“Then come back with me.”

“But we’re right at my front door.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

“I was even going to offer you my special services.”

“Hmph!”

An idea sparked in Penelope’s mind. She quickly straightened her clothes, pushed open the door, and got out of the car.

“I guess you’ll just have to miss out then.”

With that, she strode toward the house.

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