He reached out and patted her head. “If you care about it so much, why didn’t you just take the opportunity to make a promise?”
If she were somebody else, she would have agreed immediately.
Instead, Penelope began to play dumb.
“I don’t long for marriage. I long for you.”
She raised her chin slightly with little pride and cuteness.
Her parents’ marriage had left her with too many bad feelings about marriage. She didn’t like marriage and even hated to use a piece of paper to tie two people together in a legal relationship.
But she liked Warren, liked to hug him, kiss him, and rely on him. As long as he was there with her, she was happy and relaxed.
He patted her hair and described her as a “small bully.”
Penelope lay in his arms and said with a smile, “Thank you for your help.”
He was not a good-tempered person, nor a very gentle person. But in front of Penelope, he tried to be the best man in the world.
This was love, and this was the attraction between lovers.
However, even though they had talked for a long time, Penelope still did not know what major she should choose.
When she went to bed at night, she tossed and turned over and over in the bed. Warren couldn’t stand it and suppressed her.
“I will sleep after you kiss me again.” She pouted and leaned towards him with enthusiasm.
It was definitely not a punishment but a reward for her.
“Come on, come on.”
She kissed him crazily. Warren couldn’t bear her enthusiasm, so he quickly pushed her back to the bed and rushed to the bathroom.
“Sir, do you want a special service? It will be free if you are not satisfied with my service.” She shouted enthusiastically toward the bathroom.
“Shut up.” There was a low voice in the bathroom.
Penelope laughed and lay down on the bed.
Well, she can sleep now.
****
Early in the morning, Penelope was motionless in front of Chris’ cradle.
Warren was putting on his clothes and asked Penelope to help him with his tie.
“Have you ever noticed that Chris has changed?” Penelope looked back at him.
“He has been judged by you, so he has to change.”
Penelope said unbelievably, “He’s actually become good-looking.”
His nose was still his nose, and his eyes were still his eyes, but when they were combined more closely, it was not the same as usual.
“Chris, don’t scare me. I said that you are ugly, but I was just kidding.” Penelope grabbed his hands and said with a worried look.
Warren couldn’t stand her nonsense anymore. He pulled her close and said, “Have you said enough?”
“Enough…”
“Well.” He put his tie on her hand and turned up the collar.
Penelope quickly helped him with his tie. “How did you tie it before?”
“On my own.”
“So why do you want me to help you now?”
“You guess.” He looked down at her.
Penelope smiled slyly, “You must want to take the opportunity to get closer to me.”
“…”
“Oh, I won’t resist.” She took the initiative to lean toward him.
Warren took a step back. “You think that I can do nothing to you when you are in postpartum recovery?”
“Postpartum recovery?” Penelope was curious. “I am in postpartum recovery now?”
“…”
“Oh, this is called postpartum recovery.” She suddenly realized, “Well, can I go out?”
“Not allowed for the time being.”
“There were two tickets that Asher gave me. Can’t I go?” Penelope took the concert tickets out from behind and showed him.
“You can see it next time.”
“That is a national tour. They won’t be here again next time.”
“Wherever they will be next time, I will go with you, okay?” Warren said with a good temper.
“No.”
“Reason.”
“Then, I have no excuse to go out.” She said honestly.
Warren, “…”
He just hoped that his son’s IQ would be a little higher than his mother’s.
****
At ten o’clock in the evening, the lights in the house were turned off. Both the butler and Mrs. Brown went to sleep. Only the lights in the master bedroom on the second floor were still on.
“Hurry up!” A female voice urged secretly.
“Here I come.”
The door was opened, and a head popped out. She looked around, giving the man behind her an “okay” gesture. Then she was patted by the man.
“Don’t pat me, I am afraid that Mrs. Brown will find out.” Penelope turned back and rubbed her forehead.
Mrs. Brown was very strict about Penelope’s postpartum recovery. Penelope was not allowed to go out casually in case she would get ill outside.
Penelope spent a week persuading Warren to “smuggle” her out, and Mrs. Brown could not discover her.
Penelope went downstairs secretly with Warren. She looked around cautiously, like a squirrel who planned to steal fruit.
“Click.”
A door was closed, and Penelope quickly hid in the empty space below the stairs with Warren. She pushed him against the wall, trying to blend in with the night.
Mrs. Brown’s footsteps sounded as she walked toward the kitchen.
Penelope was hiding in front of Warren’s chest. She dared not move or even gasp.
The way the two people were attached was particularly sensitive in the dark, silent space.
Penelope was waiting for Mrs. Brown to walk out seriously, like carrying out a secret operation.
Warren’s hand slipped from her waist to her hips accurately.
Penelope instantly turned back. “What are you doing?”
“…” He squeezed it as if he was pinching jelly.
Penelope was now in no mood to play with him. She had escaped twice and continued to peep into the kitchen.
But Warren moved his hand from her ass to her chest like a troublemaker.
“Let go of your hand.”
“No.”
“Where are you touching?”
“Here?”
“Well…” She uttered a few words faintly. She began to enjoy the feeling of being touched by him.
Warren looked at her smilingly with a sense of achievement.
Mrs. Brown walked out of the kitchen. She checked the light switch in the kitchen and then went upstairs.
“Oh my God…” Penelope blushed and sighed with relief. She turned her head to look at him and poked his chest with her fingers. “We’ll just wait and see!”