The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 621

"What did you and my father talk about on the phone?" Penelope pressed on.

"You haven't answered my question."

"Please answer mine first."

Marico scoffed, and then his expression turned sharp as he strode menacingly toward Penelope.

Penelope instinctively backed away. There was something sinister in his eyes that made her genuinely afraid. She retreated step by step until her back hit the railing, at which point a venomous smile curled Marico's lips.

What was he going to do?

"I did call Donald, and we talked about a lot of things. Some of those topics were, let's say, a little dangerous."

Just as Penelope braced herself for whatever was coming, he stopped abruptly and tilted his head, smiling at her.

"Want to know what we talked about?"

Penelope let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Please tell me."

"I can tell you, but you have to answer a question for me first."

"What?"

Marico's gaze swept over Penelope from head to toe, finally landing on her face. "There's one thing I've been incredibly curious about, something I've wanted to know for years."

He leaned in closer. "That cousin of mine... he seems so ethereal, so above it all. Is he actually any good in bed?"

"Ahem!" Penelope nearly choked on her own saliva.

Marico slapped his forehead. "Right, you two have kids, so he must be functional, at least. But... can he satisfy you?"

"I think that's a question you'd be better off asking him," Penelope managed to say.

"If I dared to ask him that, he'd beat the crap out of me."

"You're afraid of him?"

It was Theodore.

Marico saw him and let out a dry laugh, releasing his grip on Penelope.

"I was just joking with her. Wasn't it funny?"

He chuckled nervously.

Theodore pushed him away. "Itching for another lesson, huh?"

Marico immediately raised his hands and backed away several steps. "I was really just kidding. She's your woman, I wouldn't dare."

Theodore's gaze was as sharp as a knife, pinning Marico, who could only shrink back and offer a placating smile.

Penelope looked between the two cousins. They actually looked quite similar, which was probably why Marico had seemed familiar when she first saw him. Theodore's features were more refined—handsome from the side, exquisite from the front, giving him a beauty that transcended gender. But his cold temperament gave him an otherworldly, untouchable aura.

Marico, on the other hand, had chiseled, sharp features that were both handsome and cool. The upward tilt of his eyes gave him a hint of wickedness. His personality matched his looks—a notorious playboy with a string of romantic entanglements.