The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 695

Worried about Theodore, Penelope asked Marico’s mom to watch the children and went after him.

She was surprised but quickly nodded. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of them. You have to catch up to Theo. Don’t let him do anything foolish.”

“I know.”

Penelope glanced at Mr. Stapleton Sr., saw that he had regained his composure, and then hurried after Theodore. She reached the parking garage just in time to see him about to drive away. She quickly pulled open the car door and slid inside.

“Get out!” Theodore commanded.

Penelope wedged herself into the back seat. “Not unless you want to fight me and throw me out.”

Theodore glared at her in the rearview mirror, his eyes cold and fierce, but Penelope just turned her head, refusing to look, listen, or leave. She was staying with him, period.

Theodore’s eyes narrowed, and then he slammed on the accelerator, peeling out of the garage. He was driving incredibly fast, and Penelope was genuinely scared, especially as they approached the busy downtown area filled with cars and pedestrians. He showed no sign of slowing down.

“You could go faster, you know. Just aim for that pillar up ahead. If you hit it hard enough, we could die on impact. Then Hubert and Julian would lose both their parents at once and become orphans.”

With a screech of tires, the car came to a sudden halt at a red light. Penelope’s body lurched forward, but she braced herself against the front seat just in time.

“Theo…”

“I kind of want to see what Marico’s life is like.”

“Marico’s life?”

Getting into fights, chasing women, mouthing off to his parents, and never doing a single productive thing?

“And let him experience my life for a change.”

Shouldering the weight of the entire Zenith Group, so busy he barely had time to breathe, let alone eat, drink, or have fun, with even his sleep being scheduled?

“Tonight, I don’t want to go home.”

The beer arrived first. Just as Penelope opened it and was about to take a sip, Theodore snatched it from her and took a long drink.

He grimaced, probably unaccustomed to the taste of beer.

“You have to drive later, you can’t drink,” Penelope said with a frown.

Theodore glanced around. “There should be a hotel nearby.”

“You’re going to stay here?”

“Why not? It’s not like I have to go to work tomorrow.”

Penelope’s lip twitched. He really was letting himself go completely. But maybe it was a good thing. He’d been groomed as the heir to Zenith Group his whole life, always wound tight. Being that tense for so long was bound to cause problems. Letting off some steam might do him good.

“I’ll drink with you,” she said, taking the bottle back and taking a swig.