Early the next morning, when Penelope woke up, she saw that Warren had been sitting up all night and quickly woke him up.
“Why did you sleep like this? Is it very uncomfortable?” Penelope took the sober Chris and liberated his hands.
Warren opened his eyes with tiredness. He rubbed his forehead and said, “He will cry if I let him go. The only thing I can do is hold him and sleep like this.”
“You are stupid. Just let him cry. He will stop if he feels tired.” She said while patting Chris’s buttocks, “Naughty boy, you dare to bully your father?”
Warren moved his neck and found his whole body stiffened and sore.
Penelope said, “You lie down first. After cleaning this kid, I will give you a massage.”
“You don’t have to. I can get up and do some exercises.” He moved his arm, and he felt numb and sore. He frowned slightly.
Penelope didn’t agree. She pressed him back. “Listen to me, you wait for me for twenty minutes.”
Then she picked up Chris, got out of bed, and walked outside.
Boiled water, prepared the milk, cleaned Chris’s face, and changed his diaper… Penelope finished a series of things neatly and quickly.
This was what she had experienced every morning, and she had already summed up the sequence to save time.
She put the tidy and full Chris back into the cradle in no more than twenty minutes and made him play on his own. Then she rushed back to the bedroom like lightning.
Warren had already finished washing and was ready to change clothes.
“I told you to wait for me; what are you doing?” Penelope took his clothes and threw them aside.
“I still have two meetings this morning. When I come back in the evening, you can help me.” He picked up his clothes and prepared to put them on.
Penelope quickly took off his clothes and pushed him back to the bed. She said, “You won’t be late. Just half an hour.”
“You…”
“Don’t say anything, enjoy it.”
She rode on his waist and turned his back to her. She reached for the essential oil on the bedside table and filled her hands.
“Relax.” She reached out and patted his tight muscles.
Warren was helpless but followed her orders.
Although Penelope’s massage technique wasn’t very professional, it was enough to release his tiredness, especially for someone who had sat up all night.
She was very strong and massaged very hard. Even Warren didn’t expect she would do so well.
“Is it too hard?” She gasped.
“A little harder.”
Penelope paused for a moment, then she took off her socks and put her bare feet on his back. She tried to press him with her heels.
“Oh…” He was too comfortable, so he couldn’t help but react.
Penelope stood on the bed with a grin on her face. She stepped on his back skillfully. When Warren felt relaxed, she was already sweaty.
Penelope sat on the bed and said, “Okay, you can get up….”
Warren felt refreshed and got up. He saw that she was tired and sweaty, so he picked her up and took her to the bathroom.
“Hey, I have no strength now…” She screamed but with less vigor because she was tired.
Penelope had thought too much; he didn’t have other ideas at all.
“Are you leaving?” She wrapped herself in a towel and extended her head to look at the neat man outside.
“What do you want to eat? I’ll bring it back for you tonight.” He smiled and said.
Penelope ground her teeth and slapped his face with a handkerchief. “Hmph, you don’t value the opportunity to get closer to me!”
Warren removed the handkerchief and smiled.
It had been more than a month since the delivery, and she should have recovered.
He planned to give her a perfect experience and carefully adjusted his cuffs.
In the bathroom, Penelope untied the towel and stood in front of the mirror. She carefully examined her body after postpartum recovery.
She scrutinized herself, finding that the rest was almost perfect apart from a little fat on her stomach. She couldn’t help but think she looked good. Why didn’t he want her?
“Hmph, do you want me to force you?” She muttered and worried.
Penelope got dressed and walked out. She heard Chris saying something.
She walked over, poked his face, and blamed him. “I blame you for not cooperating with me last night; otherwise, I would have already succeeded.”
“Ah…ah…” Chris saw people coming, so he shook his arms and legs together and kept talking.
“I know. It’s time to suntan. Let’s go.” She bent over to pick him up and kissed him on his face.
In the courtyard, Chris lay in the cradle. A shade cloth was blocking the sun, and he waved his arms and legs excitedly.
Penelope held an old English dictionary in her hand while reading and memorizing.
Mrs. Brown prepared muffins and lemon tea for her, which were placed next to her.
The sun at 8:00 in the morning was just right, not too hot. The days weren’t boring: reading a book, drinking a cup of tea, and teasing Chris.
In the afternoon, Asher and Grace came with lots of gifts. Obviously, their target was Chris. Although they always said some mean words, they brought so many gifts that she couldn’t drive them out.
“Grandmother is still very angry. Now she is ready to deal with you,” Grace said as she sat casually.
Asher held the sleeping Chris and said, “Don’t scare her. She is timid.”
Penelope nodded, “Don’t scare me. I would run away.”
Grace was stunned for a moment. Then she patted the table angrily. “Uncle Warren has made his mother angry because of you. You are so easy to give up?”
“No.” Penelope looked innocent.
“You have to show your determination that you will struggle to the end, or you will be driven out sooner or later,” Grace urged.
“For example, how should I behave?” Penelope stared at her intently.
“You should first display your relationship with my uncle in front of Kathrine.” Grace snorted and said, “Recently, she has visited my grandmother frequently. I think my grandmother prefers her more than me.”
“Nonsense,” Asher sneered.
Penelope nodded and agreed.