Penelope felt a deep sense of unease after leaving Star Villa.
She tried calling Theodore several times, but he didn’t pick up. Just as she was about to head to his office to see if he was working late, she got a call from Michael, who told her Theodore was drunk.
When she arrived, Michael was sitting with Theodore on the steps outside the bar. But as soon as Theodore saw her, he stood up and walked in the opposite direction.
“Did you two have a fight?” Michael asked as Penelope ran up.
Penelope watched Theodore’s retreating figure, worried. “He must be in a terrible mood since we can't find Norton.”
Michael paused. “But why wouldn’t he answer your calls?”
Penelope looked surprised. “I thought his phone was dead.”
“His phone was right there on the table. It rang for a long time.”
Really?
Penelope looked at Theodore again. Why wouldn’t he take her calls?
Was he angry at her?
But she hadn’t done anything to upset him, had she?
After a quick word with Michael, Penelope hurried after Theodore. Just as she was about to catch up, he stopped.
“Don’t come any closer!”
Penelope froze. His voice was so cold it sent a shiver down her spine.
“You’ve had too much to drink.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Let’s go home.”
“I want to be alone.”
“I’ll stay with you.”
“I said alone. Without you!”
“Theodore, did I do something to make you angry?”
She had been helping him search for Norton all these days, but with each passing day, his attitude toward her grew colder, and she didn't understand why.

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