The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 737

Penelope’s wild interpretation left Ellison and Lavinia grinding their teeth in absolute fury.

Seeing the two of them getting completely ripped apart brought a wave of satisfaction to Marin. Since they had already set the stage, backing down now would only make her look guilty.

"I still haven't tasted your secretary’s cooking. I'm actually dying to know what’s so amazing about it that my husband can't stop singing her praises." With that, Marin pulled Penelope toward the dining room.

Penelope gave her an approving nod. "Good call. You have to show them you're not messing around, so they never dare to cross you again!"

Marin scoffed quietly. "You know how I felt when I walked through the door and saw them looking so cozy together?"

"How?"

"Nauseous."

"Totally valid," Penelope agreed.

After the two women sat down, Ellison joined them. Lavinia scurried into the kitchen to finish up, bringing out the dishes one by one. She even set the silverware for the three of them, playing the perfect, attentive host.

But a manipulative girl couldn't help but play her games. Just before sitting down, she specifically placed a plate of mild baked salmon right in front of Ellison.

"Ellison, your acid reflux has been acting up lately, so you can't have anything spicy. I made this mild salmon just for you."

Penelope immediately shot Lavinia a thumbs-up. "What a good daughter!"

Marin had just taken a sip of water and nearly choked trying not to laugh.

Ellison had been trying to tolerate Penelope because she was a guest, but now he was openly glaring at her. Where the hell did this woman come from, and how was her mouth so toxic?

Lavinia's eyes welled up with tears again, playing the victim who didn't dare speak up.

"Which one is the spicy garlic shrimp?" Penelope asked intentionally.

Knowing Penelope was nothing but trouble, Lavinia ignored her.

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