Penelope shook off her hands and rushed out.
Warren went out behind her and saw that she was walking while complaining. Warren smiled with his arms folded over his chest. He looked at her like he was looking at a naughty and self-willed child.
When Penelope walked past him, she deliberately closed her eyes in protest.
The butler smiled and said, “I didn’t know if the young master in the stomach was also so self-willed. If so, you’ll have your hands full with two?”
“If there were just two,” he smiled and shook his head.
The butler understood and walked into the house in a good mood.
****
Phillip opened the door of the CEO’s office and poured a cup of tea to drink without greeting Warren.
“When did you come back?” Warren looked up from a pile of documents and looked at his younger brother, who had just returned from business.
“In the morning, I changed my clothes and came here.” He sat on the sofa and smiled very deeply. “You know what I heard when I entered the company?”
“Just say it.”
“The project for that hotel, who did you give it to?” Phillip raised his eyebrows. Obviously, he knew the answer.
Warren closed the file, “What’s the problem?”
“I have no problem. The key is that some people do.”
“What do you want to say? Don’t give me a riddle.” Warren stood up, took the cup from his hand, and placed it on the coffee table.
Phillip held his hands together and leaned forward. “Bro, you know that Kathrine is interested in you. You also contracted such an important project to their company. Weren’t you afraid that she thought this was a kind of signal?”
Warren didn’t care. He said, “This was the result of the evaluation team’s careful selection and thorough investigation. I was only responsible for signing. If she thought that way, I would introduce Adam to her.”
Adam Miller was the leader of the assessment team and had always been responsible for the project.
Phillip looked at him smilingly. “Kathrine had a deep affection for you. She would remember your little help for a long time, and this time it was not a small matter.”
“If I had a little selfishness, it was also for the sake of the Foster family. It had nothing to do with her.” He had no worries in this regard.
Phillip sighed, “Well, I put my finger in your pie. You can continue to think in this way.”
Warren frowned. “When did you learn these tricks? If you have anything to say, just go ahead.”
“You don’t care, what else do I have to say,” he said. “The worst result is that Kathrine will raise a little hope for you again, and you’ll have to spend a little bit of time to ruin it.”
Warren glanced at him and sat back behind his desk. “I still have a lot to do. Next time, if you keep talking nonsense, I will throw it all over you.”
“…”
Phillip’s understanding of women was indeed quite sufficient. It was true that the news had indeed raised Kathrine’s hope, or it may have been that this hope had never been extinguished.
She had evaluated her own strength and charm and compared it to Penelope’s. She had found that she had absolute advantages in various fields. These advantages could completely enable her to compete with Penelope in this battle of love.
Regardless of how excited Kathrine was, Penelope had been very relaxed at that time.
The butler had helped her set up a big umbrella in the yard. Under the umbrella, she held the brush and thought for a while. She had seemed a little professional.
The sun had gone down, and she had still maintained the same posture. She had focused on the painting and had not even noticed the people standing behind.
Her hair had been long, and she had casually huddled it up behind her head. A few disobedient hairlines had fallen down on her shoulders, adding to her kind of gentleness.
“It seems something is wrong…” She had moaned, erased a corner, and repainted it.
Warren had stood behind her and looked at her drawing.
She had been painting the house where they were living then. The courtyard, the windows, and the platform had been exactly the same.
“Why so weird…” She had taken back the brush and murmured.
“Here, there is still a dog house.” His fingers had stretched out from behind and pointed to her drawing paper.
Penelope had shivered in surprise, and the pen had fallen to the ground. She had turned to look at him, “When did you come back?”
“Half an hour ago.” He had bent over and picked up her brush. Then, he wiped it off and placed it on the easel.
“You just stood behind me for half an hour?” Penelope asked.
Warren nodded smilingly and touched her hair.
“That’s so weird.” Penelope shook her shoulders.
“…”
He hadn’t expected that she would say some sweet words, but… weird?
“What do you think of my painting?” Penelope got up and patted her work, “Ouch…”
She had bent over and supported one leg, her face twisted. “Oh god, I have a numb leg.”
Just when he entered the door, he looked at her while walking. He only thought that the sunset was full of beauty. She was beautiful, too. But now he had been pulled out of the beautiful scenery in one second.
Warren stretched his hand to her waist and helped her stand straight.
Penelope smiled cunningly and quickly turned to kiss him.
Warren paused and then asked smilingly, “Your leg isn’t numb?”
“It’s still numb, but it couldn’t stop me from kissing you.” She clung to his waist.
Warren walked toward the house with her and asked, “What did you do at home today? Did you eat less and exercise more?”
“I ate a bowl of soup and a hamburger and walked for four laps, okay?”
“Well, you were really obedient.” Warren kneaded her face. Her skin had been slippery, and he couldn’t help but touch it.
“Please don’t pinch me, my face is distorted.” She pouted at him.
Warren had felt something in his head blasting.
“Go upstairs, I have something to give you.” His voice had been a little low.
“What? Surprise?” She quickly became excited.
Warren took her upstairs. Penelope looked around. “Which room? Yours or mine, or…. Wait!”