“Okay! I’ll do it! But leave quickly. The fumes in the kitchen are not good for the baby in your stomach.” Mrs. Brown pushed her out and closed the door.
Penelope touched her nose. She was bragging. How can she let him drink the chicken soup?
Err, a 34-year-old man is actually a picky eater.
Mrs. Brown carefully cooked the creamed chicken soup in the morning, and it was finally put into a vacuum flask.
“Are you going?”
“I can’t sit still. I can’t live here without doing anything.” Penelope smiled and picked up the vacuum flask and thermal containers. She is wearing a warm jacket with a big white scarf on her neck.
“Are you full? You didn’t eat much last night,” Mrs. Brown asked with concern. Just now, Penelope ate a lot faster than usual.
“I’m full.” She assured her by smiling and walking out with the vacuum flask and thermal containers.
It is the second time that she is going to his company. The secretary knew her. So, she was taken directly into the office.
“Why have you come?” Warren raised his head from a pile of documents in amazement.
Penelope shook the things in her hand and said. “Mrs. Brown said that you sometimes don’t go for a meal when you are busy with your work. I come as a special envoy to deliver you a meal.”
Miss Secretary inserted a sentence, “Mr. Duncan, the meal was just ordered…”
“Cancel it.”
“Okay.” The secretary smiled at Penelope and left.
“Oh, I always forget. You still have a secretary. The secretary can order a meal.” Penelope put down the thing and patted her head. “Oh, stupid.”
Warren ignored her words. He rolled up his sleeve and said, “It’s nice of you to deliver food. What delicious meal is in it?”
“Several of your favorite side dishes. Oh, there is a cup of chicken soup.”
Sure enough, when he heard chicken soup, his eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously.
Penelope quickly said, “You work hard, so you should eat more nutritious food. You can rest assured that it is not greasy. It is cream of chicken soup.”
“Cream of chicken soup? Isn’t that for children?” Warren was speechless.
“It’s also for adults!” Penelope opened the cover of the chicken soup and pushed him. “Drink it. I promised Mrs. Brown. If you don’t drink, I’ll never bother her to make it again.”
Warren picked up the cup. It smelt good. He enjoyed the taste, so he drank it. To her relief, he didn’t reject it.
When Phillip opened the door, he never expected that another person would be there, especially a woman.
“Warren, the staff of the American branch office just called…” He paused and looked at the woman on the sofa.
Penelope stood up and waved with a smile. “Long time no see.”
“Long time no see. You… delivered the food?” He sat down and saw the thermal containers on the table.
“Well, I just want to reward the hard-working man.”
“I also work hard, but nobody rewards me.” Then, with a smile, he took off his coat, revealing the black sweater inside.
“You don’t need…” As she said, her face changed suddenly. And she almost lost her voice.
“What’s wrong?” Phillip was talking to her, and naturally, he didn’t let go of her expression.
“Your sweater is very nice.” Penelope’s throat was dry, like swallowing a steel nail. It hurts and punctures.
With a smile, he snatched the chicken soup and drank it. “Mrs. Brown has greatly improved her cooking skills. This chicken soup is good.”
Warren didn’t stop him. Instead, he looked at Penelope in the same way as she looked at Phillip.
Penelope said that she had forgotten the man who had the one-night stand with her, but she remembered his black sweater.
That black sweater is the same as Phillip’s.
****
For a couple of days, Penelope had always been uneasy. Even Mrs. Brown noticed it and asked her what was wrong.
“I’m fine. I just need to rest for a while.” Penelope went upstairs.
Warren came back. He noticed Penelope in the living room and told her, “Grace is having a birthday party. You’re invited.”
“Grace?”
“You can’t remember the face, nor the name? Grace is that girl who was at my parents’ house last time, Asher’s sister.” He said.
“I didn’t forget her. I just wondered why she would invite me.” Penelope explained briefly.
Warren glanced at her and said, “She is Asher’s sister. It is not strange that you are invited.”
Warren went upstairs and walked past her. His face seemed to be worse than hers.
Looking at the closed study door, Penelope thought for a moment but still dared not ask.
How can she say it?
Excuse me, the child in my stomach may be your brother’s, not your nephew’s.
If she would say it, she may be killed by his eyes.
She lived like duckweed. She struggled to settle down but was uprooted by a sudden tornado.
Penelope walked upstairs. Without one hundred percent certainty, she will not easily open her mouth.
A black sweater it’s not a private custom. Phillip can’t be the only man with a black sweater!
Penelope felt thirsty in the middle of the night, so she went downstairs to drink some water.
Next to the table, a tall figure is pouring water. His fingers are long with distinct joints. From her view, the man has a firm chin in the dim light.
He must have heard her motion on the stairs, so he took out another glass and poured half a cup.
“Thank you.”
“You are welcome.”
He walked upstairs with his cup. Penelope asked behind him, “Will Phillip go to Grace’s birthday party tomorrow?”
He turned back, “Phillip?”
“Yep.”
“You call him Phillip. What do you call me?”
“… Mr. Duncan.”
Warren’s eyes were like the gems of the night, with a kind of low-key light.
“Did you get on well with each other?”
Penelope smiled and said, “He is very interesting and very friendly…”
“Oh, he won’t be there.” He interrupted her coldly and turned back upstairs.
The light overhead rippled in a circle, like a glass ball rolling over her cheek.
Penelope sat on the stool and looked out of the window with a cup of water in her hand.
She is confused.