The bullets were loaded. She lifted the gun and aimed it at Wilbur’s eyebrow.
“You dare to shoot?” Wilbur spat, glaring at her.
Penelope pressed his head with the muzzle and said, “Want to bet?”
Warren glanced at her, but she didn’t seem to respond.
“I didn’t mean to kill you today,” Wilbur said.
“Me neither,” Penelope chuckled.
Wilbur raised his hands and said, “How about writing it off?”
Penelope moved her neck and made a loud noise. She said, “Well, to show your sincerity, you should kneel down first.”
“You…” Wilbur glared at her as if he wanted to eat her.
“It was your own idea. You’re not willing to?”
Wilbur glanced at the muzzle and the man on her side with astonishing fighting skills, then he kneeled down.
Penelope stretched her foot and kicked him on the knee.
“What are you doing?!” Wilbur was irritated.
Penelope took the gun away and said, “Forget it, just write it off.”
Wilbur reluctantly reached out and said, “I’ll never trouble you again. Give it back to me.”
Warren took the gun from Penelope, unloaded it, and threw it to him.
Wilbur got his gun and glanced at Penelope, saying, “Today, somehow, it’s regarded as retaliation for my brother.”
“It’s up to you,” Penelope replied.
Wilbur snorted and touched his mouth, saying, “I can’t believe you and Daisy are actually sisters. One is an angel, and the other is a devil.”
Penelope clenched her fist, wanting to hit him.
Wilbur quickly picked up the knife from the ground and left with his companions.
Warren watched them disappear on the street corner and said, “He didn’t seem to really hurt you.”
“I’ve told you that when I was a child, I was chased by a dog and fell into the river?” Penelope asked while looking at him.
“Yes.”
Penelope chuckled and looked at the end of the dark street, saying, “The one who saved me from the river was Wilbur.”
Love and hate sometimes it’s really hard to define.
****
Walking back to the bright street, Penelope frequently looked at him sideways.
“Are you scared now?” He held her hand and looked straight ahead.
Penelope shook her head. “I have never been afraid.”
Warren was speechless. He had seemed to underestimate her ability to resist stress.
“You just appeared like a hero!” Penelope turned around and looked at him with her eyes shining.
He chuckled, “Didn’t you rush over to me because you noticed me?”
Penelope took her hands back and stepped out to stand in front of him. She put her hands on his shoulder. It seemed that she had something to say.
“Display of affection on the street? Interesting,” he said with a smile.
Penelope giggled, “You wish!”
Touching her hair, he said, “We’ll be late for dinner. Aren’t you hungry?”
“I’m hungry.”
“Just walk faster.” His ears were a little red.
“Did you order before you left?” Penelope walked back to his side and asked with a smile.
“Yes.”
“You know what I want to eat?”
“I know.”
“Okay.”
****
Two figures, one tall and one short, walked on the streets of New York. For him, it had been a truly strange country, but it could also be called home because she was there.
She walked forward, leaning on his arm, and sometimes couldn’t help but look up at him quietly. Such a man with a perfect profile was really her boyfriend.
“Why are you always looking at me?” He noticed her peeking.
“Because you’re handsome,” she smiled foolishly and hid her face.
She had heard such a saying, “The best love is that I adore you as a hero, and you love me as a child.”
Her hero was now walking by her side.
****
When the morning sun was glowing through the window, Penelope was still dreaming.
Monica pushed her door open and shouted, “Asher’s uncle is coming.”
Penelope immediately sat up. “Where? Where is he?”
“He is drinking tea in the living room,” Monica said, looking at her sleeping form.
“Why did he come here so early? I haven’t washed myself yet.” Penelope grasped her hair and stood up with a hand against the bed.
“Didn’t you live together for a long time? Hasn’t he seen you untidy?” Monica raised her eyebrows.
He not only saw it but also always saw it anytime, anywhere.
“You go chat with him now to keep him busy. I’ll take the opportunity to sneak into the bathroom and wash myself.”
Penelope changed her clothes quickly and tried to push Monica out.
“Keep him busy? What if he likes me?” Monica teased her.
Penelope curled her lips and said, “I still have confidence in him.”
“What do you mean?” Monica looked at her, dissatisfied.
“Go!” Penelope pushed her out.
There are two kinds of people in the world whom you know you can’t get along with at first sight. One type is people who look down upon others, and the other type is people who make you start to look down on yourself after communicating with them.
Warren is the latter, so Monica is very scared.
The two casually chatted for a while. Monica talked most of the time. He just listened. Their conversation centered on the woman behind the door who was trying to find the right time to rush into the bathroom.
When talking about Monica’s research direction, a white shadow rushed out, followed by a loud noise, and then the bathroom door closed.
“She, you know.” Monica smiled.
Warren picked up the cup and smiled.
Penelope still remembered that he had called her sluttish, so she had been paying attention to her own image before him.
Warren’s work in New York was finished, so he spent time wandering around Central Park together with Penelope, the unemployed woman.
Through the lungs of New York, the air was particularly fresh.
“When are you going back?” Penelope asked him.
She was definitely a killjoy, but she couldn’t help but ask.
“Asherorrow.”
“Asherorrow?” Penelope stopped and looked at him in surprise.
“A few days ago, my father was sick and hospitalized. The attending doctor said that it was a precursor to a stroke, so my family wanted me to go back as soon as possible.” He clenched her hand and seriously explained the situation.