Warren came back. After a while, old Mrs. Duncan hit the ceiling.
Penelope stayed with Chris in the bedroom and turned a deaf ear.
Mrs. Brown walked in. Penelope stood up and asked, “What happened?”
“Old Mrs. Duncan was furious.”
“How did Warren explain it?”
“He said that the child is his.” Mrs. Brown looked at Penelope worriedly with speculation.
Penelope bowed her head and kissed the little face of Chris. She murmured, “Chris is really his son.”
Mrs. Brown didn’t hear clearly. She asked Penelope, “What are you going to do? The old lady is used to being in power in their family. Even old Mr. Duncan couldn’t say anything when he was alive. When old Mr. Duncan passed away, she became the eldest in the family, so she is bound to prevail.”
“It’s not a war, so it’s not a big deal.”
“Mr. Duncan has always been filial. If he wanted to… what could you do?” Mrs. Brown said worriedly.
Penelope smiled at her and said, “If he doesn’t take care of us, he would be a bastard.”
“Who are you talking about?” Warren walked in.
Mrs. Brown saw him coming and immediately stopped.
“You, if you don’t take care of us,” Penelope smiled.
In the beginning, Warren was a little upset because of his mother’s attitude. Now, when he heard Penelope’s childish words, he couldn’t help but laugh.
“Were you scared?” He reached over to touch her face.
“A little bit.”
“So brave?” He bowed his head to kiss her with a smile.
Penelope looked up and said with a smile, “Because I know you will stand by my side.”
“You’re so smart.” Then they kissed each other.
Chris was stuck between his parents, sleeping peacefully.
****
Grace sat at the table. She glanced around them again and again.
“You’re not hungry?” Asher gave her a rib.
Grace looked at her brother, like looking at a piece of trash. “Your girlfriend was stolen by uncle. The child is not yours… Tell me what the meaning of your life is.”
Asher swallowed the food in his mouth and raised his hand. “She’s not my girlfriend, so it can’t be said that he ‘stole’ her.”
Grace glared at him, “Hmm, you are a liar.”
“Eh-hem,” Warren humphed.
Grace bit her lip. “It’s true… I have always treated her as a sister-in-law, but she deceived me.”
“You can treat her as your aunt now,” Warren said.
“What?” The three people looked at him at the same time.
“It’s normal for them to be surprised,” Warren looked at Penelope, “But why are you…”
Penelope almost put the fork into her throat. She said, “I also feel surprised. Are you proposing to me?”
Both Asher and Grace raised their eyebrows, like watching something interesting.
Warren said, “If you think it’s a proposal, it is.”
Penelope replied, “If I don’t think it’s a proposal?”
“Then I will propose to you again.”
What?
Warren raised his eyebrow, “It’s okay if you’re not ready. We can take it slow.”
Penelope was stunned for a moment. Then she nodded, “Take it slow, take it slow…”
“Why are you shaking?” Grace stared at her fork.
“I’m shaking? Of course not!” Penelope retorted and reached for the ribs. She tried three times but failed to pick one up.
She finally realized her own discomposure. She dropped the fork and picked up the spoon to drink the soup.
The dining room was silent. Penelope quietly looked up and thought that he would be angry. As a result, he was eating as usual. There was no sadness on his face as she expected.
What happened? Shouldn’t he be sad and angry after being refused by the woman he loved?
What was he thinking?
The rejected man was eating as usual, but the woman who rejected him was anxious.
She had to say that if Warren was deliberate, then he was extremely smart.
****
Asher and Grace were sent away. Warren went upstairs to read the documents. Penelope wandered into the house.
She felt bored, so she opened the door of the study and sneaked in.
“Are you a thief?” He opened his mouth but did not raise his head.
“I have a question to ask you,” Penelope licked her mouth and sat down opposite him.
Warren closed the document. “Go ahead.”
“What should I study, in your opinion?” She held her hands on the table, leaned forward, and stared at him seriously.
Warren raised his eyebrows, “That depends on what you like.”
“What I like… that’s a lot of things.” Penelope began to count and said, “Dance, I like it. Singing, I like it. Drawing, I like it… You, I like you too!”
She reached out to press on her lips. Then she raised her hand to throw him a kiss.
How could Warren resist the temptation from such a lovely Penelope, who was like a little naughty fox?
He smiled, and the atmosphere suddenly sweetened.
“Come here,” he said.
“What are you going to do?” She was coy and didn’t move.
“I want to kiss you.”
Penelope pouted and snorted. Then she stood up and cheerfully jumped into his embrace.
He sat in the chair. She rushed over, and even the chair slipped back.
She put her lips on his lips and began to smile.
“What are you smiling at?” He bore the weight of her body and held her waist steady.
“I am a wolf, and you are an old fox.” She pressed her nose against his nose and rubbed it.
“What combination is this?” He was speechless.
Penelope said, “Now the wolf wants to ask the old fox a question. The old fox must answer honestly.”
“Do the fox and honesty match?” He said slowly.
“Does the fox always lie?”
“It’s a little difficult.”
“Were you serious about your proposal just now?”
Her sudden question made him pull away from the relationship between the wolf and the old fox. “You’re finally asking.”
He looked at her smilingly as if he expected it.
“Although it is you who proposed to me, why do I feel that our characters are reversed?” Penelope bit her lip. “Just like I’m forcing you to marry me.”