The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 427

Outside, the rain beat a relentless rhythm on the stone steps. The blue house, isolated from the world, felt like a sanctuary.

Inside, it was another world entirely.

The moment Theodore’s lips met hers, all of Penelope’s worries, fears, and hesitations vanished. She surrendered to the kiss, completely accepting his demanding passion.

The small bed in the room creaked loudly as he laid her down on it, protesting as if it might collapse at any moment. So Theodore knelt on the floor, supporting most of her weight against his body as she leaned back against the bed, which only made the creaking louder.

But neither of them cared. He claimed her, and she gave herself to him, meeting his kisses with her own.

The rain was a storm, their clothes were in disarray, and their world was chaos.

After a long time, as he held her close, a low gasp escaping his lips next to her ear, a sense of calm finally settled over them.

“It’s despicable of me, but I’m just glad it wasn’t you,” he said.

Penelope’s nose stung. “If it had been me…”

“Don’t say ‘if’!”

“I thought you were the one who wanted to run away.”

“I never, not for a moment, had that thought.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I accept. But don’t let it happen again.”

They held each other tightly, listening to the sound of the rain outside.

In that moment, they decided to put the past aside and face the coming storm together.

The rain didn't let up, and they had planned to spend the night there. But late in the night, the hospital called. Mrs. Stapleton was demanding to see him. Theodore had to go back.

“I’ll… I’ll go with you,” Penelope said, worried.

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