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The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 462

"Is something burning?"

"Ahem, the heat was a little too high when I was scrambling the eggs."

Not wanting to disturb the master at work, Penelope sat back down at the table, resting her chin on her hand as she watched him.

The sun was up, and it felt as if last night's gloom had lifted.

She felt an urge to tell him about the pregnancy, but she decided to wait. Too much had happened recently, and Theodore already had enough on his plate.

A few minutes later, two large bowls of the tomato and egg scramble were on the table.

Penelope looked at her bowl; it actually looked pretty good. Theodore's bowl, however, clearly contained the burnt bits of egg, little black lumps scattered throughout.

She didn't point it out and took a bite.

Hmm. Very salty.

"How is it?"

"Wow, it's amazing! Honey, you could totally compete on a cooking show!"

Theodore nodded confidently. "I've always had a natural talent for cooking."

He took a bite himself and then paused.

"Why is it so salty?"

"It's not salty at all," Penelope said.

"But mine is really salty."

Penelope offered a very serious analysis. "That's because you put all the burnt eggs in your bowl. Burnt food absorbs more salt, and my bowl doesn't have any, so it's not salty."

Theodore listened and nodded in understanding. "Oh, that makes sense."

Penelope suppressed a laugh. She'd completely made that up, and he actually believed her.

"Do you want to switch with me?"

"No, it's fine. You eat."

Even though it was a bit salty, they both finished their food.

Theodore left for the office first. Penelope lingered upstairs for a while before heading out, but as she was leaving, a maid handed her a thermos filled with water.

"Sir asked me to prepare this for you. He said breakfast was too salty and you'd probably be thirsty later."

"But I also know what I should and shouldn't take."

"Penelope…"

"You should change the will. Leave it to Theodore."

Carson sighed. "Then I'll die with this guilt toward you."

"You deserve it."

The words were sharp, but they made Carson chuckle.

"Yes, I suppose I do."

Penelope still had some things at the Johnson house, so she went upstairs to pack them. When she came back down, she saw Theodore had arrived at some point. He was clearly drunk.

"Are you proud of yourself now? For everything you've done, for making me suffer like this!"

"What cage were you trying to unlock? My cage isn't unlocked—you've just added another lock!"

"You thought you were so clever, making me marry Penelope, making me fall in love with her, only to let me learn the whole truth so I'd feel even more guilty about Lorraine. I wish I had never met her…"

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