The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 597

Penelope leaned away, trying to put some distance between herself and Benson’s sly grin.

“What are you up to?”

“If you don’t have a boyfriend, what about me?”

“You?”

“I’m actually a great catch. I’m rich, handsome, and in good shape. Why don’t you consider me?”

Penelope didn’t hesitate for a second. “Not interested.”

“Then what kind of man do you like? I can help you find one!”

“Why don’t you just tell me what you really want?”

Benson cleared his throat and sat down next to her. He opened his mouth a few times, but the words seemed hard to get out.

“My sister… she’s never been in a relationship before. It’s rare for her to like someone, and of all people, it had to be Theodore. I want her to be happy, but I’m also afraid she’ll get hurt.”

Penelope let out a breath. “So you want me to hurry up and get a boyfriend to extinguish any lingering hope for Theodore. Even though I don’t think he has any hope left for me, you believe that would make him treat your sister with his full attention, right?”

“Yes,” Benson admitted.

“And you’re willing to sacrifice yourself for the cause?”

“Ahem, well, it’s not exactly a sacrifice. I do admire you, Ms. Laurier.”

“That’s a despicable idea.”

Benson nodded. “I admit it.”

“Something only a lunatic would come up with.”

“I don’t admit to that. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with my brain.”

Penelope gazed into the distance. Sherry was a very clear-headed woman; she had likely already made her decision.

Summer was setting in, and from the hillside, the rolling mountains were a breathtaking sight.

Theodore stared into the distance, but his mind was consumed by the image of Penelope from that night, so stubborn it made him want to grind his teeth.

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