The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 594

“Don’t look at me!” she snapped.

Theodore gritted his teeth. “Are you doing this on purpose?”

“What am I doing on purpose?”

“Making yourself look this miserable just to… make me angry!”

“If I’m so miserable, why are you angry? Shouldn’t you be gloating?”

Theodore didn’t answer. Instead, he dragged her a few steps back, away from the water’s edge. He then let her go, stepped back, and lit another cigarette.

Penelope’s head was spinning even more now, and this time, she couldn’t get up.

She curled into a ball, thinking hazily that Theodore wouldn’t just leave her here. He’d take her back. With that thought, she felt a sense of peace.

After finishing his cigarette, Theodore glanced over at Penelope. The woman who had been so insistent on leaving was now curled up and motionless.

He let out a heavy sigh, walked over, and gave her a gentle push. She tumbled right into his arms.

“So warm…” she murmured, snuggling deeper into his embrace.

Theodore was silent for a moment before he finally lifted her into his arms and carried her back to the villa.

He laid her on the bed, intending to call Lydia to help her get cleaned up.

But as he stood, he heard Penelope mumble, “I wasn’t wrong. I don’t regret it…”

Theodore’s brow furrowed, and he couldn’t help but ask, “Regret what?”

Leaving him?

“No regrets…”

He scoffed. So, she didn’t regret it. Still, after six years, there was one thing he desperately wanted to know.

“Penelope, do you still love me?”

“…”

Maria and Hamilton had left the previous night, and Theodore’s group had departed early that morning, leaving Penelope to eat lunch alone.

Leaving the villa, Penelope was in a good mood. Hamilton had finally promised to stop making things difficult for Natalie, and when he made a promise, he usually kept it.

As she settled into her car, a sentence suddenly echoed in her mind: Penelope, you’re finished.

Who said that?

The thought stunned her, and the first person who came to mind was Theodore. Had she said something she shouldn’t have while drunk last night? She had a vague memory of Theodore being furious, telling her she was finished, looking like he wanted to devour her.

But no matter how hard she tried, Penelope couldn’t remember anything clearly.

Over the next few days, Natalie continued her job search, but with little success.

Even though Hamilton had agreed to back off, no one dared to hire her, fearing he might change his mind and retaliate.

One day, Benson called Penelope and invited her to dinner.

She didn’t want to go, but then she remembered he was a screenwriter. Perhaps he could open a door for Natalie.