The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 670

"I know you hate seeing me. If I'm really bothering you, Hubert and I can go back to our town."

The matter with the Bishop family was resolved, and Natalie was working again. She really could take Hubert and leave.

Hearing this, Theodore turned and shot her a cold glare.

"You are forbidden to leave Orenth."

"What does that mean?"

"It means what I said."

"But you can't stand the sight of me. If I get out of your way, won't you be happy?"

He fell silent again, focusing on cooking pasta. Soon, it was ready. He dished out two plates, placing one for himself and the other on the counter.

What was that supposed to mean? Was it for her?

Penelope truly didn't understand Theodore anymore. He hated her, was disgusted by her, treated her with cold indifference, yet he would still help her and take care of her.

She wasn't one to refuse an olive branch. She sat down at the table, pulled the plate of pasta toward her, and took a bite.

"You still make pasta as delicious as ever," she praised.

"That’s for the dog," he said flatly.

Penelope choked. "What? You don't have a dog."

Theodore just glanced at her, and she nearly spat out her food.

For days, Penelope hadn't been eating or sleeping well. Now that Donald was finally awake, a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. This was the most satisfying and comforting meal she'd had in a long time.

After they finished, she took both their plates to the kitchen to wash.

Even though they had staff who could cook and deliver meals with a simple phone call, Theodore often came home late and preferred to just make himself a quick plate of pasta.

He used to make a plate for her too, insisting she eat with him.

"And you think I wasn't trying to get better?"

"But I was trying to help you, and you didn't want my help. My very presence was making it harder for you to overcome your demons. What good was I to you then?"

Theodore sneered. "Who said you weren't helping? Every ounce of my struggle to escape this mental cage was for you, for the calm future we deserve."

Penelope froze. Was that true?

"Back then, I had already made up my mind. I was going to give the company back to Grandpa, and we were going to move abroad. We were going to leave the past behind completely."

"You never told me..."

"I looked at so many places. I thought Frosthall would be nice. I even scheduled a trip to take you there, to see if you'd like it."

Penelope remembered. He had mentioned taking her on an overseas trip around that time.

"So, Penelope, there was a time I was ready to let go of it all — except you. You were the one thing I couldn’t release."