In the yard, everyone is working on the dog house. According to Penelope’s design, the dog house should be a small villa with a two-story structure. Its interior decoration and exterior should be an American pastoral style.
The wood which they took from the back of the building is excellent. Both the inside and outside are painted powder blue. It doesn’t look like a house for a dog. But, it is truly better than any house that Penelope has lived in before.
Mrs. Brown also found some cotton wool sewn inside the small quilt and gave the puppy a nest. Penelope took the hammer to nail the board on her own, which shocked the bodyguards.
Everyone has a similar idea: It turns out that the girlfriend of Master Asher is as unique as himself.
Warren stood at the study’s window with a cup of chilled coffee in his hand. He watched Penelope, who took off her coat to do more than the men.
If he had doubted her intentions before, he could finally understand why Asher liked her after this period.
Among so many different types of women, Asher preferred the girl who struggled at the bottom of society. The reason is probably that she has the vitality that no one else has.
Always upward, never despair.
“Ah…” With a scream, Penelope threw the hammer and jumped up.
“Let me see if your hand hurts?” The butler approached. Others stop their work. Some go to take her medicine, and some go to get some ice.
Penelope sweated, shook her head, and said. “Nothing serious, I just hit it a little…”
Warren sighed. He almost forgot that she still has the character of negligence and the constitution of being favored by misfortune.
“Really… but it’s still a bit of a pain.” Penelope covered her hand with her cold sweat coming out.
The butler said, “The blood is turning black, how did it not hurt?”
Mrs. Brown brought ice and asked her to rest.
“Don’t tell Mr. Duncan. He would say that I am an idiot.” Penelope endured the pain, and she didn’t forget to remind Mrs. Brown.
“Mr. Duncan is not so sharp-tongued, you think too much.”
“I don’t think too much about it. He looked at me with pity every time as if he met an idiot… It is so irritating.” Penelope felt weak, and she lay on the couch, waiting for Mrs. Brown to help her apply for the medicine.
Mrs. Brown is amused by her. “Well, I’ll keep my mouth shut. You can rest assured.”
Warren was standing near the second-floor railing with a faint smile. He turned back and decided not to go downstairs.
He pretended to be blind all day. He tried to ignore her swollen fingers and the circle of gauze wrapped around her fingers.
Penelope is a little frustrated. She began to miss the time when he said she was stupid, which at least proves that he noticed her.
Now, he is having dinner next to her. He didn’t move his eyebrows, and he’s like deep water, which people can’t see through.
“I’m stuffed.” She put down her fork and stood up.
“Well.” He answered. No more words.
Penelope went upstairs out of her mind, followed by the stupid dog.
“Eh, why did Miss Seinfeld eat so little today?” Mrs. Brown came to clear the table and found most of her dishes were left on the table.
Warren thought she couldn’t eat much, probably because of her sore fingers.
“Please prepare some late-night snacks.” He ordered and went upstairs too.
Mrs. Brown whispered softly. “Miss Seinfeld barely ate. Why didn’t Mr. Duncan eat a lot, is he also uncomfortable?”
Upstairs, Penelope is sitting on the windowsill, leaning against the window to look outside at the moon.
She is not a literary youth but only occasionally has some normal female emotions.
She is happy when others like her. She is delighted to be cared for. But, she is also disappointed because she is neglected. She feels uneasy because of the little ups and downs in her heart.
After a while, when she was ready to take a bath, she heard the car’s sound.
She stretched out her head to look outside. It is the Porsche that Warren always drove. With the headlights on, it slowly pulled out of the door.
What’s the rush? She thought silently.
After a quiet night, Warren has not returned.
The next day, Mrs. Brown told her it was a temporary emergency at the business. Warren rushed to handle it.
“It seemed that the bosses were not just sitting and drinking tea,” Penelope said sympathetically.
“Just sitting and drinking tea? Don’t you see how busy Mr. Duncan is? Sometimes he doesn’t even have time for a meal.” Mrs. Brown said, “People like them are born to work harder than others.”
“What about Mr. Duncan’s father? Doesn’t he manage the company?”
“Old Mr. Duncan has retired for almost a decade. And since then, he kept aloof from the business.”
“But the old Mr. Duncan is only in his sixties now. Has he been retired for ten years?” Penelope is a bit surprised. The man possessed strong power, so he easily let go of that. That’s really rare.
Mrs. Brown shook her head and sighed. “It’s hard to say, but it’s probably because of Master Phillip’s mother.”
Warren and Phillip don’t share the same mother. Phillip’s mother… That’s old Mr. Duncan’s mistress?
Penelope shut up in good time, knowing that she shouldn’t ask.
Mrs. Brown turned to give her a side dish, but she didn’t seem ready to tell anymore.
This evening, Warren still has not returned. He probably will work the whole night.
Penelope went upstairs with the dog. She stood on the stairs and looked around at the dimly lit living room. It’s weird. There’s just one person absent.
****
Early in the morning, Penelope stood next to Mrs. Brown, giving her tons of opinions, which made Mrs. Brown want to drive her out of the kitchen.
“You must add a little onion according to the list I gave you. It’ll smell fragrant.” She shamelessly gripped the doorknob and didn’t go out.
“Mr. Duncan doesn’t like to drink chicken soup. No matter what you add, he won’t like it.” Mrs. Brown laughed helplessly.
“Why doesn’t he drink if it is nutritious? I promise to let him drink as long as you cook it well.” Penelope insisted.