The next day, she looked forward to seeing if Warren’s trick worked. It certainly worked well.
Penelope was helping Chris take a bath, but Mrs. Jones said, “Oh no, the child who is less than six months old has weak resistance. It is best to wipe him only at this time. Don’t put him in the water, or he’ll catch a cold easily.”
Penelope smiled and replied, “Mrs. Jones, I heard that you are good at making chicken soup. I want to taste it when you make it next time.”
Mrs. Jones said, “Good, chicken soup benefits your body a lot now.”
Penelope continued, “So, are you busy now?”
Mrs. Jones loved to cook and bake. She replied, “Oh, in that case, I’ll whip up a pot right now!”
Mrs. Jones walked to the kitchen happily. As a result, Penelope could enjoy her quiet space for two hours.
Penelope was feeding Chris with a bottle of milk powder. Mrs. Jones was talking about the advantages of breastfeeding and continued rambling incessantly. Penelope suggested, “Mrs. Jones, I heard you’re also good at baking cinnamon buns. How do you make them?”
Mrs. Jones was about to tell her in detail, so Penelope happily said, “I was not full enough with the chicken soup in the morning, and now I am a little hungry.”
Mrs. Jones replied, “So, do you want buns later?”
“Is it too much trouble for you?” Penelope asked, smiling.
“Certainly not,” Mrs. Jones enthusiastically walked to the kitchen. As a result, Penelope was free for another two hours.
Penelope put Chris to bed and gave him some soothing music. Mrs. Jones appeared again, saying that the child was too young to understand the music. If she turned on the music in this way, he would not sleep.
Penelope said, “Mrs. Jones…”
Mrs. Jones became alert, “What do you want to eat this time?”
“No. I woke up with a stiff neck this morning. I heard that you’re good at making wheat bags,” she said, rubbing her neck and grimacing.
“Oh yes, if you have a stiff neck, you should sleep with a warmly heated wheat pillow. Please wait, I will make one for you.” Mrs. Jones immediately set off to complete the task. As a result, Penelope was free for the rest of the day.
“The trick you gave me is really useful!” she told Warren as soon as he returned. Penelope immediately jumped up to him. Her eyes were full of admiration.
Warren smiled and said, “You can’t judge a person by a single aspect. You’ll know how to get along with her as long as you get her point.”
Penelope murmured, “Oh, Professor Duncan, please teach me a few more tricks!”
He patted her ass and said, “You go down on me first.”
Penelope slowly kissed her way to his navel. She whispered, “Idol, can you teach me one more?”
“Will you draw inferences about other cases from one instance? Think about it for a bit.” Warren opened the closet and took out the pajamas.
Penelope touched her chin and pondered, “It seems that Mrs. Jones is not a bad person. She is very enthusiastic.”
“The disadvantage of their age is that they are too enthusiastic and consequently will not interfere in our lives.”
“Yes! Chris is my son. Why would she think I don’t know how to take care of him?” Penelope said.
Warren looked at her, smiling, “You look at yourself in the mirror. Who can say that you are already a mother?”
Penelope touched her face. Did she look too aggressive?
He quickly teased her, “You’ll start your college soon. Have you read your book? If you are too far away from others, you’ll come back to cry…”
“Then you will be responsible for comforting me!” she said first.
Warren was speechless. He shot back, “If you don’t study well, why should I comfort you?”
“That is, of course, when I am not happy, you are responsible for making me happy.” Penelope sat on the bed, juggling her legs.
Warren raised his eyebrows and asked, “So if I am not happy now, what should you do?”
“I have a way to make you happy!” Penelope bit her lips. She arched an eyebrow up and thought. Then, with a mischievous smile, she unbuttoned her top slowly. Her fresh and delicious breasts were displayed in front of him.
He touched her forehead and asked her, “You are preparing to coax me with your body?”
Penelope lowered her hand and slowly took off her shirt. She said to him coyly, “I’m devoting my body and my heart to you!”
He smiled and moved the hair off her face. “You can only use it once,” he said while he bowed his head to kiss her neck.
“Is it used once on one person?” Penelope asked, feigning innocence.
He looked up with a questioning look. “How many people are you going to use it on?” he asked.
“Only you…” Penelope held him closer. She bit her lip and admired her wit. “Hey, why do you take off my underwear, big boy?”
She felt herself melt as he caressed her ass and thighs.
“Baby, now it’s your turn to comfort me,” Warren coaxed.
He kissed her all over incessantly and pushed her to the brink of orgasm, then stopped teasing her relentlessly.
Honestly, he thought, ‘I seem to be sitting on a roller coaster, thrilling and magical every day with you beside me.’
This kind of life was far from the quiet and steady life he usually lived. The image of a subdued and quiet wife, which was portrayed in his mind, gradually became blurred.
****
Penelope started her college life in September, and Warren went with her on her first day.
Earlier in the morning, Penelope held Chris and kissed him crazily. When Mrs. Brown asked her what she was doing, she said that she might get smarter after getting close to Chris. Not surprisingly, Warren tapped her on the head behind her.
“Let’s go,” he said.
“Okay,” Penelope reluctantly handed Chris to Mrs. Brown and whispered to her. “Don’t let Chris stay alone with Mrs. Jones.”
Mrs. Brown smiled and nodded. “I know. You can go to school and rest assured.”