The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 618

Penelope wanted to give chase, but Theodore held her back.

"It's not safe here. Let's go."

Once they were in a taxi on the main road, Penelope finally breathed a sigh of relief. She was unhurt, and after checking Theodore, she saw he was fine too.

"Have you made any enemies lately?"

"Me?" Penelope blinked. "I thought he was after you."

"No one would dare," Theodore said.

Penelope thought about it and had to agree. Who would be foolish enough to cross Theodore? Even with tonight's incident, the man in the white suit had only dared to orchestrate a honey trap, and his own father had called him a moron for it. And it turned out he was a moron, since Theodore had turned the tables on him.

But if the attack was aimed at her...

Penelope thought for a moment, then quickly pulled the broken phone from her bag.

"You have to find a way to get the data off this for me!" she told Theodore.

Theodore glanced at the phone, then back at Penelope, pausing for a moment. "And why, exactly, do I have to help you?"

Penelope couldn't think of a reason why he had to help her, so she turned away angrily. "Fine, don't help me! Let me get hacked to death!"

It had been an exhausting night. By the time they arrived at the research institute under Zenith Group, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

Penelope wasn't particularly tired, but she was starving.

The two went to the employee cafeteria. Since breakfast wasn't being served yet, they had the kitchen make something for them.

The bowls were ready in no time. Theodore went to the counter to add seasonings. As Penelope waited at the table, she replayed the attack in the alley. It had to be Judy who sent that man. The fact that she wanted her dead meant there must be something incredibly important on that phone, something Judy was terrified of.

Theodore returned with two bowls of spaghetti, placing one in front of her.

Penelope was so hungry her stomach was touching her spine. She picked up her utensils and took a large bite. The seasoning, just as she expected from Theodore, was perfectly suited to her taste. After another bite, she remembered something and looked closely at her bowl. Sure enough, there were no scallions.

He still remembered that she didn't eat scallions. That meant the last time, at his house, he had put them in her bowl on purpose.

Even though her mind was filled with worries, she slept soundly. When she opened her eyes again, she saw that it was dark outside.

No way. Had she slept the entire day?

"You're awake?"

Hearing the voice, Penelope quickly sat up and saw Theodore leaning against the desk, looking at her with annoyance.

"Were you here with me all day?"

Seeing his expression darken further, she felt a pang of guilt. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"I tried."

"And I didn't wake up?"

"You cursed at me: 'Get lost, you mangy mutt!'"